Primas, dear child
Perhaps, before disparaging a wonderful lady,
Beloved by all who know her
You should check and double check
The identity of whom of you... 'seranade'

Halcyon Longshanks, mother of many,
Do not be surprised, dear child,
Should they take exception
And decide quickly to end your life
For attacking her so.

Check, dear child, the identity.
It is Machiavelli you wish to degrade.
A Shallamese, and male at that,
Of no relation at all
To this most ancient and noble of houses,
The Longshanks.

Now, dear child, run quickly and hide
Within the walls of your city
Before Halcyon's child decide
To take insult
And avenge their mother.

Penned by my hand on the 5th of Valnuary, in the year 401 AF.