The Eleven Hundred Kings Poem

We're The Eleven Hundred Kings, our fate has been seen, and foretold by the Prophets of Old that we'd reign supreme,

We're a Chess tempermental Intercontinental Team, with Tactics so fantastic all thats left is a drastic scene,

Our ships first set sailed on a full northern gale from Port Wales and soon we spanned the High Seas,

Vast Kingdoms were rendered to surrender as we gloried in the splender and all Captives were reprieved and set free, 

 We set our Royalty aside and let good virtues abide, then we'd collide with our foes in the fray,

As our enemies skedaddled we became seasoned for battle and the cages we rattled gave way,

Our hectic yet unsuspectic Isometric Variations,

Pulls rank to open files of closed center court investigations,

We're the type of Kings that will take a Jester by the neck and Jerk it, so we're not picture perfect,

But if you have a new classy chess opening we will work it, untill we Backdoor Checkmate a National Master on a closed Chess Cicuit,

Our Pawns harrass and pass so fast, its like a full class Graduation,

And We're fully at fault of the Queenside Assault, that creates our chess sensation,

And when the hammer comes down in the Chesapeake Town, we'll be the ones crowned King,

Wrote the Prophets of Old on scrolls of rolled gold, so bold it makes the chess Ladies sing,

pretty cool

Thanks..TBB

That’s absolutely brilliant Billy 😁

Well written.

Thanks everyone..i'm thinking about doing a sequel, because not all Kings were created equal...lol...

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Very cool Billy! You are a true Warrior Poet!

Outstanding Marine!