George sat down to play
A game of chess.
He played the white pieces
While his opponent, Osama,
Played the black pieces.
While George's back was turned,
Osama placed a piece
Of white chocolate
On the top of George's
Queenside rook,
And a piece
Of dark chocolate
On the top of
His own queenside rook.
The game continued.
Fifteen minutes later,
While Osama's back was turned,
George carefully
Lifted the piece
Of white chocolate
From the top of his
Queenside rook,
And gave it to one
Of his security people
To check for poison.
The game continued.
An hour later, the piece
Of white chocolate
Was returned to George
With a thirty-seven page
Biochemical analysis.
The white chocolate
Was normal white chocolate,
It had not been
Interfered with
In any way,
It contained no poison
And it was fit
For human consumption.
George ate the piece
Of white chocolate.
The game continued.
Fifteen minutes later,
While Osama's back was turned,
George carefully
Lifted the piece
Of dark chocolate
From the top of Osama's
Queenside rook,
And popped it in his mouth.
Three minutes later,
George died
In a screaming froth
Of blood and vomit.
The game continued.
.........................
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