Oh, Bob B’s the courageous captain of compliments.
He fights as you sing prick-song,
Keeps time, distance, and proportion.
He rests his minim rests—one, two, and the third in your bosom.
The very butcher of a silk button,
A duelist, a duelist, a gentleman of the very first house of the first and second cause.
Ah, the immortal passado, the punto reverso, the hai!
Did somebody foil her mood?
You’ll épée for that.
FIE upon them all, she said…
Googled it . . . on the very rapier’s edge of an Obscury…
Oh, Bob B’s the courageous captain of compliments.
He fights as you sing prick-song,
Keeps time, distance, and proportion.
He rests his minim rests—one, two, and the third in your bosom.
The very butcher of a silk button,
A duelist, a duelist, a gentleman of the very first house of the first and second cause.
Ah, the immortal passado, the punto reverso, the hai!
What are you on about ol’ chap?
This must be a reference to that dude with the big nose.
Mercutio, in Romeo and Juliet.
Wow, Oppo is learned.
Oppo is a taste that is acquired, but never learned.