En garde!
manyday knicks on a petard's chin,
archer of lax-lard phants'm.
infantry cry in the pits of men,
trebuchet blast to maybelline lines.
cursèd dog, O 'crepit fox,
pay with iron and rue!
face my rapier without fear
or I shall run you through!
auburn rage a-rang lick-lye,
stung turquoise of the sage.
were i man-of-man's supply
we'd burst from this our cage.
fell the pigeons as they swoop,
stab coronal rain.
violence, paltry, meagre loop,
inflict a world of pain.
humans feel, yet can not I
join in their sickly games?
with sword, and shield, and anger wry
make filminster of lames.
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