Hi all you fiction press readers our there. Ok, so this is one of my first poems that really inspired me to write more. Please tell me what you think of it. Constructive criticism in recommended.

Playing Chess

I was playing chess,

Ready to make my move.

Ready to strike my opponent,

To make them instantly lose.

I set up the pieces,

King, after queen, after pawn,

I smoothed out my skirt creases,

And tied my pony tail on.

I was so ready to play, as I took my seat,

Just One Problem…

WHO AM I GOING TO PLAY WITH?!

Yup, that was it! What do you think? Yay? Eh? Meh?

Thanks for reading too, I really appreciated it!