Of course, this board is in play all through the night and day,
But we’re tense because these new pieces don’t make sense;
They’re an altogether disparate group, different from normal,
Different from one another, yet each vociferant in complaints;
They don’t like the rules, stubborn as mules, senseless as fools,
But they came anyway to play, leading us astray from our game,
And nothing’s the same since they came and they’re not tame,
And we have no more patience for their novelty of low quality,
We wish they’d just go away so we could play as always before…
We have an aversion to change, such diversions of perversion
It’s so true in many ways, Jonathan!