The leaping babies creep across to be redeemed.

The dog-brained boys leap frog and zag outside the lines.

The angel girls hew true and weave between the others.

The blockhead men on checkered paths obey the rule.

The regal beast castrates her mates four moves ahead.

The bone man lord can touch no kin so works alone.

The opening gambit can’t exchange what’s preordained.

The babies turn aside to trip kidnappers’ schemes.

The boys cavort and fork their folks but pay no mind.

The girls’ diagonyls are sacrificed for mother.

The men stay home in fortress swath to hide their fool.

The beast roams freely as she will to swipe them dead.

The lord’s one trick is swapping with his unmoved son.

No play escapes the whirlpool calendar endgame.