I hate when,
my opponent sat
in front of me
with a stained,
crooked sly grin
which reaches
up to the
ears
that day.
He looked in
to my eyes that
made me quite out
of my breath.
"Oh", I sighed.
"Not that face again",
said I.
Of course,
he did not took
it away at all.
The pieces
strolled on the
quiet lonely board.
Checks, captures with
diving threats all along.
Finally,
it happened,
just two pieces left.
Again staring at each other
from the two corner ends...
How could I
possibly not resist
to let out the laugh which,
I always kept hidden under
my tiny nose
all the
time?