Checkers w/ Grandpa

The board was out
And with the pieces sat up,
I pleaded with my eyes
For Grandpa to get up.
I did not know
If for checkers he cared,
But he got up
Out of his soft, comfy chair.
So we sat at the table
With the board in front of us
And started to play
Without any fuss.
Well, the game got going
And was looking good,
For me to win
Maybe I would.
The corner of my lip
Turned up in a curl
As a sly little smirk
Arose on my face.
I moved my piece,
Waiting to bait
My first win ever
I could hardly wait!
He reached out his hand,
Suspended in air...
It stopped, then hesitated,
I could'a pulled out my hair!
How could he pause?
He knew his fate.
He was only stalling
Prolonging my wait.
The hours crept by
(At least to me it seemed),
Would he ever move?
I wanted to scream!
I studied and pondered
The board with intent
Looking for a move
Perhaps I had missed.
Then to my dismay
It all became clear...
A dream come true
Of my very worst fear!
In my rush to win
With my puffed up chest,
My eyes were blinded
I'd walked into his nest!
He could jump all my pieces now
With just one move,
Clear the board
And I would loose!
Not happy was I,
The joy all gone...
Another dud game
With me as a blond.
Then I looked up
So him I could see
Only to find
Him smiling at me.
But the look in his eyes
Was not that of fun,
But an "all knowing" look
Of a job well done.

I love you Grandpa!
J-Dog 2007