Your words are weak and timid,
Not unlike a child's.
Your reply something close to autumn rain,
Hardly more than mild.

I must say, though, you did evoke
Quite a chuckle from me.
You tell me simply to bugger off.
But that's not my style, you see.

I am quite opinionated,
My friends would be glad to share.
But here's the thing, Charan dear,
I won't be told to go anywhere.

I always love to argue,
Often more to jest.
Cause there are few with a bigger mouth than mine,
And fewer still I can't best.

So have at it, kid.
I guess I can not stop you.
Just watch your words, little one,
Or I might just have to drop you.

Penned by my hand on the 4th of Lupar, in the year 464 AF.