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Chessing Game

There’s always a passel

at Sometime Castle

–a blue-blood room and board,

hordes of good fellows

though none of them mellow

since everyone’s at war…

Protectin’ the realty

>per contracted fealty<

per lease agreement, too,

the boarders keep quarters

by following orders

from landlords’ who have feud–

–with neighbors next door,

blaming their poor

landscaping habits and loam–

their yard is just sod!

dirt black–and at odds,

with whitewashed stepping stones…

The neighbors deny it

inciting the riot

of bluebloods’ fancy guests–

–who square off with any

yard crossin’ gentry

in griddy game of Chess.

The pawn

is gone

to battle front–

his vassal path not easy…


do or dare

–it isn’t like Parcheesi.

no ruse


guileless game,

just one of eight-fold starters ….

~pitchin’ pike~

and taking names

the knave is still no a martyr

en passant peasant

yes, it’s true,

the pawn can earn prestige

advance 8 square

and once he’s there

the law crowns him the liege.

at nook

is rook

–no rookie squire

a mercenary

players hire…

a 2-for-one!

he doubles down

as Sometime Castle

–switching ground

with King, ensuring

safer play

besides a place

for all to stay

since chambers rent

by night or hour

a multi-purpose

saw-tooth tower

a citadel on wheels

–his moves

are wicked straight

no funky grooves

just even lines

from cornered start

a bed & breakfast

–plus rampart.

the knight

is not

your average piece

black or white

he’s on the lease

renting ell in castle, he


as se•cu•ri•ty

guarding boarders

~jumping same~

switching back

throughout the game

no Mountie packin’

empty holster

–the knight’s

a mighty, mounted soldier–

keen to leap into the mix

where inner squares

abet his tricks

expanding range of

swinging sword

so saddle up

let’s go to war!

the meshing of missions

for bishops is key,

a chess game tradition

that mixes mercy,

with two-bits marauding

& dashes to capture

–a mashup of warring

with afterworld Rapture–

& mishaps can happen

mistakes can be made

when crosswise

and Cross ways

are partners

in play…

the struggle for balance

contingent on prelate

–is he more the soldier?

or more of a zealot…

depending on

bias of bishop’s


produces a prisoner

or full benediction.

though King’s


prompted war


in truth

what men are for–

the Queen’s the piece

who moves & shakes

–the game of Chess


/ gate /

of Sometime Castle

& its grounds!


– — sideways — –

↑ up & down ↓

matching clothes

to hue of square



the chance is there

–to Fool Mates

& even Scholars!

by camo’d


–the real power.

while Queen is busy

winning Chess,

someone’s got to man the desk–

someone’s got to check the credit–

~run the crests~

switch out bedding–

castles don’t just run themselves,

but luckily the King can help.

His wheelhouse is checking in

unless, of course,

he’s in check, then,

it’s up to guests

to help him out

–which is, in fact, why they’re about

to guard the King

who all concede,

is piece that should have had the steed…

With moves so slow

& mounting stakes

no wonder he

can be


and this is why the King’s

the clerk!

shirking war

for turret work.

Week 3


The next

several weeks

pass in a haze,

a sweet induced coma,

brought on by days,

of nibbling treats

culled Halloween,


a loosening

of belts on most jeans.


Hinging on timing,

you might also see,

a partisan race—

to run our country,

a process where candidates

stump & promote,

relevant issues

rockin’ the vote,

—smiling the while

by predescribed rote.


It’s also

quite likely,

you’ll entertain guests,

that come with the season

and must be impressed,

with doo-dads and china,

dragged out each year,


in bubble wrap

equating to cheer.


And as time


to end of November,

families prepare

a feast to remember—

the instance of stealing

this land

from its natives,

unfair to those there,

but still legislated.

by Karen R.

Pot-tea Humor

Karen Robiscoe dba Charrons Chatter

It’s been a while

since “Never Was”

featured in the Muse

though not refined

these Fairy kind

are comfy as old shoes

Not buffed, but scuffed

their souls have holes

too big to count as Windows

thus booting roles

in Hubbard’s sole

if you get innuendo.


As inference is everything

at least it was for Teapot

—a highly septic

plump dyslexic—

Tea never got the sweet spot…

To tout about

her girth or spout

beyond initial reading

since claim to be

> a pot for pee <

was gist of words misleading.


Just as bad

a time was had

by Not-So-Bitsy spider

that mammoth bug

could tow a tug!

stacked ten-deep with riders!

And so it wedged

in spout for hedge’s

—watering outside

thereby losing

chance for schmoozing

children’s story-time.


It took a night

of firefighters—

blasting it with hoses

to clear all eight

legs from spate

meant to water roses

a creeping curse

since fate got worse

the instant bug was free

the Fairy there

was unprepared

so stomped it with her feet.


No quaking

moppet, she

didn’t stop, until

the smashed arachnid

was spot of grease

and though at peace

to this there was reaction…

No role, for sure

—in Fairy lore

no wheying in from Tuffet

> a-rach-na-cide <

is reason why

this final Fairy roughed it.

©Karen Robiscoe

Karen Robiscoe dba Charrons Chatter
My Fair Cat Ladies
Roan Riders
Happily Ever After Party
Once Upon A Different Time

Hey Diddle Didn’t
Pie in the Sky

Pie in the Sky


It’s been too long

between the tales

of Fairies unangelic,

of ever afters

light on laughter

in places unidyllic…

That’s not to say

those written there

are always the benighted,

as Little Bic—

Lighter Chick

keeps the place well-lighted.


A hapless smoker

she often toked her—

self an evening Phattie,

bought a Bic

to do the trick

and lost out on her happy—

ending since

without a pinched—

expression, and some Matches,

her story bored

—the overlord

of Fairy Tale actors.


That picky dude

was pretty rude

when cutting her from classics,

but not as bad

as surgeon that

altered Beast with plastics,

and while the process

to slim proboscis

was Hollywood effective,

the newfound cutie

learned 2 Beauties

altered tale’s objective.


Like Chicken Big

missed out on Gig

when diet proved undoing,

the nervous bird

screamed out wrong words

at crux of reader viewing,

that piggish hen

was eating when

role in tale was callin’

and thus engrossed

yelled out this toast:

“Help, the Pie is fallin’!”


But Piper Guy

was just too high

to catch the tumbling Torte,

and let the boon

stand in for tune

to rodents he deported,

a tale you’ll not

observe as plot

in standard Fairy fiction,

since fallen scraps

increased the rats

and thereby contradiction.

Karen Robiscoe dba CHARRONs CHATTER

©Karen Robiscoe


Have more fun with “One Off’s”! Click any link below to explore “Never After’s”..:)

My Fair Cat Ladies
Roan Riders
Happily Ever After Party
Once Upon A Different Time

Hey Diddle Didn’t

Hey Diddle Didn’t


Ever wondered

what became of

fairy folks disabled?

Facing trials

beyond the files

of lesson-teaching fables?

Their stories start

with broken parts

as in the case of vermin,

whose blinded eyes

helped compromise

their tails & their earnings.


The tails lost

were hefty cost,

and seeking restitution…

Mice authorized

an opp on eyes

as ultimate solution…

And while procedure

surely featured

machinations basic,

the upshot changed

their story range

to Mice enduring Lasik.


Just as sad

is tale of lad

known as Humpty-Dumpty,

cracked and bruised

the Ova who

grew famous being clumsy.

The aftermath

of fearsome crash

was actually the nexus…

Shattered, battered

put on platter—

they ate Egg Man for breakfast.


This threw a wrench

in rhymes entrenched

particular to Ma Goose…

As Dish for eggs

had Dish-like legs

and thus was sorely misused.

No fiddling cats,

nor dogs to laugh,

at bovine jump of moon…

Since laden Dish

’caused Spooning Miss,

to search for other goon.


—a wooden boy

not man, nor toy,

but puppet with computer…


her latest beau,

replacing Plated suitor.

Once Dish was dregged

with Dumpty’s eggs

Spoon had little option…

Word of mouth

says they moved South,

to look into adoption.

©Karen Robiscoe

1 spoon

(modified) sketch by by André Koehne. Wikimedia Commons


Have more fun with “One Off’s”! Click any link below to explore “Never After’s”..:)

My Fair Cat Ladies
Roan Riders
Happily Ever After Party
Once Upon A Different Time

Pie in the Sky


Limerick: “King-Kitty” is the 7th installment in the star-crossed limerick series titled: “Star Charts”. This series spoofs a horoscope every month. To start at the beginning, click: “Waterboy”

zodiac wheel

And now on to Leo

my favorite by far!

(you can’t really blame me)

the Lion’s my Star—

my house in the heavens

my home on the range,

the Kitty that rules both

stellar and plains,

King of the Lions

and all beasties, too,

and best hair of all—

is generally true.


Our element’s Fire

to match our fierce ways,

our planet’s the Sun

and all its fierce rays,

we’re prideful & boastful

and happiest when—

we’re in a room full of

loud-talking friends,

vying & trying for

center of stage,

to bask in the moment

of Lion uncaged.


Beyond these conceits

that aren’t really harming,

we’re loyal to fault—

& sometimes quite charming,

we worry about

impressions we make,

but also shrug off

the negative prates,

of those wishing Lions

to tame down their show,

that’s not how we do it

that ain’t how we roll.


Case in point: Simba

did he bow to Scar?

and if he had bowed…

Would that not have marred?

the finest of movies—

and good allegory,

that teaches the tots

a fable-like story,

detailing need for

respecting of others,

no matter demeanor

since beasties are brothers.


Yes, it’s good to have heroes

packing some punch,

and Leo does that

by crowning  the bunch,

of bright double-stars

that make up our cluster,

shining on earth,

with double-bright luster.

Welcoming all—

in the world to our glow,

‘cause that’s how we do it!

And that’s how we roll.

Leo copy

©Karen Robiscoe


To read the next limerick in this series, click: Like a Virgo

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