T’was the manner in my speech
that started this whole mess
T’isn’t my tone nor my screech
but the message I must stress.
For the simplest of pleases
or a curtly thankyou
could rend the pieces
of the unsightly few.
I stand by my manner
to which I present at thee
and if war must be in my planner
then I shall answer in glee.
An opened door, a bow of fancy
was all that was need to stay my blade
and if thoust shall call me Nancy
an enemy you shall have made.
So tarry not my brethren soldier
while our foe may not be polite
we are the few whom shall grow older
and may our words offer us some respite.