Overnight shall sleep The Delayed Inspector
In a swarming-with-mosquitoes Sector:
The exact wish of his host and Rector
Wishing him the company of Malaria’s Vectors
And the keenest battles with Their Directors,
Since he mustn’t The School Inspector hector
But can’t him leave The Victor
Of a supervisory Role, Very Rude
And intent display of The Shrewd.
A Thirty-fiver impressing he could deprive
A Fifty-fiver of his sole drive,
Teacher watchers shocking as he strives
To mar that on which he thrives;
Wherefore it has to now be
And ever by payback be
A Purposely Torn Mosquito Net
That Malaria makes A sure bet
And Eyelids with begging tears wet.
Sight, feignedly fixed on chess board;
Mind, slinking toward smart phone
---the Sacrosanct Savior that just has to be enshrined in the toilette---
urging new hot tips to hop out and help out.
Each toilette patronage pays back an omnipotent panopticon
through which to pirate opponent's move patterns;
Each stool stay serves back stunners,
or even sockdologers
with which to sock it to the opposite side.
Triumph and trophy, lustrous and alluring, though,
the way to catch hold of the twins bids no thoroughfare.
Steep seems improving personal playing strength;
Cheap shot against supervisory loopholes,
a nice shortcut for patzers to spurt into pantheon.
When wanglers walk off with wins undetected,
when honest players get snookered in the dark,
snollygoster's spirit surges at the epicenter
while chess ethos withers in the wilderness.