Blonk, you drone on, what a bore!
Heaps of words, but nothing more.

Your quill may scratch, your ink may spill,
But wit escapes your clumsy quill.

Next time you boast with such pretense,
Try brevity! It just makes sense.

KSS

[ This missive is signed with a KSS in a great flourish of blue that looks suspiciously like berry jam. ]



Penned by my hand on the 25th of Aeguary, in the year 955 AF.