Transmission flooding Bretonian space...

[Unseelie]

~~Bounced Back~~

Gentlemen, Ladies, Girls and Boys, Behold:
The corsair elders rot with mold,
Who's children's feet walk bare,
Who couldn't trap a rabbit in their snare,
Concentrate your fleet,
Be ready when we meet,
We'd mention you'd tremble,
But you've nary a thimble,
Much less a pair of boots.

Alas, I fear, the point is moot,
And doubt your courage at the breach,
Wondering whether you've actions to back your speech.
You claim these acts,
To be set in great tracts,
Well, wait and listen close,
Or get beaten worse than most.
And lest you be a confused mess,
She's quite willing to loan an entire dress,
Rather than meet him so undignified.
The sheer lack of pride,
To send him hither decked in such thin a cord,
Oh, sorry, didn't realize that was all you could afford.
When calling yourself a nation,
'twould be wise to dress your leaders to their station.

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