The Bishop's Nightmare

The bishop had a nightmare;
he dreamed he was a fly,
who landed in a spider's web;
he thought that he would die.

"It was a dream of prophesy,"
said the bishop, glad to waken,
but, next day on the chessboard,
after five moves, he was taken.

And that is why you'll never find,
say diocese insiders,
a bishop in all Christendom
who ain't afraid of spiders!

poem © Celia Warren 2012

This is the latest in a series of adventures of my chessmen. Catch up with previous adventures here:

The Chessmen's Holiday

Chessmen in the Garden

Fool's Mate

Wedding on the Chessboard

Secret Moves

Chessmen at the Zoo

Gone Fishing

The Artist

Two Bishops in Bed

RIP (TNT)

A Drive in the Country

Singing in the Shower?

A Dalek on the Chessboard

Carol Singers

and

The Pawns' Football Match.

Thank you for your kind words over the past few days. My mother is turning all sorts of pretty shades of pink, purple, green, red and blue, but is definitely on the mend: typically tough and of her generation.