Chess With Dodgerforth

Do take another

For hence it will departeth

As old servants do

From such a thin cello move

But my retty defense will hold

Faithfully, for its king

And now to strike again

At these reigns and tossed diamonds

I couldn't catch this one's swift

Do contemplate. for I am prepared

And will threaten, verily

'Til all these mongrels fall

You've drawn me quartered and countered

But this move will lay you to waste

Do huff and below

At the slight of my thin cello!

Slips and sandals won't save you now

For the grasp of my triumph

Holds more than your dying ramparts

Lo and behold!

Your bishop faulters

As does the banter

Forthwidth halts follow

Now!

Let the cat fight begin

With our rooks and slashers at the gallows

...What?

Just when all hope

Was blasting open the door

My king was cornered

And the Queen's saplings mated me

Good game, Dodgerforth