Verrucht, lad, I do declare,
Your poems made me laugh!
But I agree with what you said,
Talkaze's sound quite daft.

Now I won't try to make the best
Of a poem with no heart,
For Talkaze's sense of syllable
Is ripping me apart.

What to do, what should I say?
To make her see more clear?
Talkaze, just listen to him,
Or I'll beat you with my staff, my dear.

And so I close this awful rhyme,
With imagery, and off-beat time,
And hope to make my own voice heard,
Talkazae's poem is just a turd.

Penned by my hand on the 8th of Valnuary, in the year 404 AF.