English poems about dad

chinese chess

I used to play chess with my father,

When dad was alive,

When dad was alive.

I often play chess with my father.

He is black, I am white,

He recognized me, Bai Zi,

I almost always beat him.

I hit him almost every time.

Black and white squares are like one

The black squares on the chessboard really look like the kitchen floor.

Kitchen floor or church floor.

Like the ground of a church.

I put my chess in the box.

Now my chess is in a box,

Sometimes I take it out.

Occasionally, I take them out,

See these works, feel them,

Look at the chess pieces and touch them.

Smooth and pointed bishop, there is Talod.

A smooth and upward elephant, a tarot car,

Cars, horsemen, high kings and queens, chubby pawns.

Knights on horseback, tall kings and queens, short and fat pawns.

I don't play chess anymore because of my mother.

Now I don't play chess anymore,

Can't play chess.

Because mom can't play chess.

Selected ten years of crazy English poetry, audio can be found online.