Das....

Robyn..     

Hard times are a 'comin'

for the English faction!

The Yank's on a roll

to get satisfaction.

 

Harridan indeed!

I might take offense

If I didn't know

it was all a pretense.

 

Nice try to divert

my attention,

 a ploy too subtle

even to mention.

Das....

Robyn..     

I hesitate to mention,

You said the word "Attention".

This word I thought you did not know,

 ...Waiting TWO whole Months to go!

All that time while I was waiting.

Robyn was prevaricating.

 

Hard times Sweet, I do know well,

The Cow and Pig I had to sell...

To purchase me a new PC,

To keep this game alive you see.

My old one died ... of sadness and of boredom.

Clogged up with rust ... and cobwebs in it's Modem.

 

Das....

Robyn..     

There was a boy who loved a girl

and waited for a sign.

But, "Hark", said she, with impunity,

"I've done this by design.

 

"Lured and dazzled, danced circles 'round,

then left you all alone

for weeks on end to suffer then

and wonder where'd I'd gone."

 

The plot you see has quickened thee,

left you all a-dither.

A move I'll make to lay a stake

and beckon you come hither.

 

Das....

Robyn..     

 

A Merry Dance you led me?

Your thinking is too deep.

Robyn Dear, the past two months...

Das has been asleep. 

 

Clever tactics I think not,

Delaying tactics ...WORSE! 

I think the reason's not a plot,

You just ran out of Verse!

 

 

Das....

Robyn..     

Damn! Foiled again!

Das....

Robyn..     

 

 

Das....

Robyn..     

A man of few words,

The strong silent type,

Cat got your tongue?

Seems that it might.

 

He spoke not a word

but went straight to his work

Posted his move

then left like a jerk.

(apologies to Clement C. Moore) 

In the interest of time

and considering space,

I'll just make my move

then leave this place.

Das....

Robyn..     

A man of few moments to spare, so it seems,

I thought I had played , maybe just in my dreams.

I moved that same piece more than thrice I would bet,

But have struggled for verse, I admit with regret.

 

But Tosh! Why on Earth do I grovel and crave?

This is Das! Checkers Champion, Flirtatious young Knave.

Move on Robyn Albright, Get on with it yet!

I'll have your Ass Sweetheart. On that you can BET!

 

Das....

Robyn..     

Asses, mules ~ livestock abound!

Seems all your verses an animal found.

Is this indication of your ruminant need

to mull over your moves with a tall glass of mead?

 

By fair Lady Robyn you will be up-ended,

your honor you'll lose, it can't be defended.

Flirtatious you are, no doubt about that

but on your keister you're about to be sat!

Das....

Robyn..     

Oh Pooh! You have me now I see.

You sit, you rub your hands with Glee.

I'm sunk and gone without a trace,

Quite soon you will have won this race.

 

I hope this Quaker place we meet,

has draughts boards there, on which I'll beat,

You face to face and eye to eye.

'Till then a huffed, resigned sigh.

 

Das....

Robyn..     

 

 

 

 

The Quakers be a gentle breed,

Given not to strife.

As for winning this game,

I wouldn’t bet my life.

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The numbers in my favor

Seem to be, for sure,

But tis only six I have

To your players four.

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Shall I pack the checker board

With me upon the plane,

To make sure the match we set,

Or t’would it be in vain?

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I feel you are lulling me in

To a false sense of hope,

And yet will play your hand

And prove that I’m the dope!

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Das....

Robyn..     

 

Win with me just once you say?!

Has not every game gone your way?

Have I not fallen for sure

into every nuance and lure?

I'll play my hand ever so sweet

and when I win you'll be in for a treat!