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Phil Huffy


There is a secret Iíll confess Ė
I just donít get the game of chess.

Donít think me dull or commonplace.
(At crossword puzzles, Iím an ace.)

Oh, how Iíd like to ponder moves
which timely strategy behooves,

but woefully, I never will
advance a knight or keep him still

or put my castle into play
and execute a bold foray

or plot a clever, clever sting
to learn the conscience of a king.

If such achievements I forgo,
Iím not without my talents, though.

Just give me games Iíll understand,
like Wordle, Hearts, or Candy Land.

© by Phil Huffy.
Used with the authorís permission.

Phil Huffy writes early and often at his kitchen table in western New York, casting a wide net as to form and substance. When not writing, he enjoys hiking, camping, and cycling. Phil is the author of three poetry collections, including Magic Words, a collection for children, and his work has appeared in dozens of journals and anthologies.



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Lori Levy:
I can identify with this. Great ending!
Posted 11/02/2022 01:40 PM
Joan Luther:
And the game of word-smithing wins again! Thx for the smiles this one offers.
Posted 11/02/2022 10:56 AM
With you all the way, Phil. I always thought Colonel Mustard did it with the candlestick in the library. Wrong every time!
Posted 11/02/2022 09:04 AM
Wilda Morris:
A good laugh to start the day!
Posted 11/02/2022 08:51 AM
fun cute piece. Thanks. Randy Mazie
Posted 11/02/2022 05:40 AM

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