The two old men contemplate their next move
While the sun beats down on their backs
One takes a sip of his beer and strokes his chin
And with a thoughtful look in his eye he makes his move
Knight to king’s bishop ten he says
his opponent eyes his move
He smirks and declares
Checkmate
and with a wistful grin yells
And I’ll have a large whisky

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