Checkmating The King Poem by Bernard F. Asuncion

C-heckmating the king
H-as won a chess game;
E-very move prior to the last
S-ignals the fall of his name.
T-he queen can do nothing,
E-xcept to watch in dismay;
R-ooks look like statues that have no other way.

Y-es, black bishops are gone,
A-s well as their horses;
P-awns fight for their lives but the winning white advances.

D-ay second November
I-s for a logical thinking;
E-agerly employ the plan,
Z-ip to checkmate the king.