blundersnatch

Your Pawns fall down like sticks
Faceing deadly tricks
Your Knights jump here and there
Being slaughtered everywhere

Your Bishops and your Rooks
Think they'll do you good?
Tactics get them nicely
Gobble up, devour, precisely

Your Queen you might delight
But know that once the fight
Is over, said and done
My mistress she'll become

And when you've made your move
Hoping for the position to improve
This thought that strikes you pure
You blundered, that's for sure

Next move belongs to me
Punish I shall thee
Your King is mine to clutch
I am Blundersnatch