Sirenian Reproach, by Nell of Gordarda.

In response to Beastess Blue, by Sir Garland.

Like a pupsome oaf,
The Knight shows his lust!
A plea so sad,
There be naught but disgust.

No Queen you will find here,
Thou loathsome wretch.
Make eyes once more upon her,
Then your stomach- my cutlass will catch!

Will e're you learn your lesson?
For beast of half-blue sheen,
With temperment unkind,
You will find her bite quite mean.

You're like a sprog,
Oggling their betters.
In due time,
We'll see you in fetters.

Cease these poems,
These untowardly letters.
Or it will be your end,
What fill our headers.

So say once more,
Sir Garland- who swoons.
Begone with your gang,
Of lustful buffoons.