Chess poem by a 13 year old Australian

THE REALM OF 64

by 13 year old chess fan Bryce Wilson from Australia

Just a game I hear you say,
To trivial a thing to learn,
Well it can be easy at times my friend,
Until it comes your turn,
For on this realm of sixty four,
Where egos are laid waste,
A struggle transpires of the intellect,
Not to everyone’s taste,
For every mental attribute,
From logic to imagination,
At some point it is called upon,
To solve a complication,
And just like the compaigns of old,
The ancient battle rages,
As all the pieces thus conspire,
To checkmate their opposing sages,
So before you play down this art,
you better have a reason,
For to denigrate the royal game,
Is tantamount to treason.