To RRRRight a Wrong

🎩🧐 #Tomfoolery 🎩🧐 Get your mustache properly primped. The very fancy white glove have been thrown. Will you keep a stiff upper lip… or return fire with fine proper diction? XxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxX Step 1: Drop Your Retort Remix, mash-up, or other craft your own civil savagery. Bring your best bars beau monde to the chap-hop scene. Go sharp and show these old chums that the water’s not too hot. XxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxX Step 2: Dress for the Duel Create cover art that feels like a Victorian vanity project gone wild. If your pinky is up high and your posture is perfect, you’re doing it right. XxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxX Step 3: Hijack the House of Lords Tag your creation with #Tomfoolery You can add this to your lyrics section: ==========☕🎩🍰========== Made for #Tomfoolery. Check the link for more details. [Placeholder link] ==========☕🎩🍰========== XxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxX Step 4: Mind Your Manners Comment on the original track so the gents know you’ve stepped into the lobby. XxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxX Step 5: Mix the Biscuits Blast your fellow duelists across the playlist banquet. They will appreciate your spittle. XxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxX Step 6: Echo the Etiquette Paste these rules (or the short link version) into your track description so the patrician addiction keeps multiplying. XxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxX And that’s it. Fix your collar and pour the tea. 🎩🧐 The tomfoolery has begun. XxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxX ---------------------------------------------- A-HEM… ex-queef me but… a LADY has been insulted by a member of the CLUB Ladies here and Gentlemen Poultry, Fish and the Corpulent Ice for punting, Vamping Goths Proper Dudes or screaming toffs [verse] An alphabet of flatulence unleashed as rrrrighteous brandishing has been unveiled with ill intent couched in pretty blandishing and so inside this circus tent I vent in utmost indignation at this vile rapscallion who dare punch at one below his station [verse] He I speak of Punk or frrrreak a mustache tweaking meddling mister Will rrrrue the day I’ll make him pay for insulting my only sister An alphabet I said he gave and gravely I shall give it back So take this rhyme and others chime in as this crime ‘gainst women’s wack [verse] (A)rsy-varsy are your verses alleging Sis a (B)lowsabella (C)howderhead! You (D)uke of limbs! (E)gg sucker and an uncouth fella’ You (F)opdoodle speak whangdoodle when you do try to get feudal Big (G)ollumpus don’t start tripping lips on what comes out your noodle [verse] You (H)obbledehoy (that’s dumb man-boy) I toy with joy as you attempt your (I)ll-conditioned non-patrician (J)olterheaded (K)navish bent (L)ickspittle is your lot in world, A (M)umbling Cove who’d dis a girl A (N)incompoop, A clumsy (O)af, well stumbling both in taste and clothes [verse] (P)odsnapper of the basest stripe Your trrrripe is fruit that’s never ripe So pipe down Junior Soon your tune will be (as you) exposed as hype Forsooth as with (Q)uacksalvic doctor truth will be our cure Droopy sacked (R)antallions with no couth I most abjure [verse] You (S)habberoon, you (T)oad eater, you (U)nlicked (V)agabond My sweet and purest sister you’ll desist all rrrragging on A (W)indbag of a (Y)okel such as you can drone and slight but bumpkins clumsy deep down know they’re soundly (Z)ounderkite [verse] A to Z as you can see this bounder’s earned these letters A proper gent would not frequent-ly banter with his betters I’d guess the best course forth would route directly through his court With time he’ll sport comportment of a surely better sort [verse] Rrrrighting wrongs in rrrrighteous song is safer than a duel Your gloves stay clean your mustache sheen is screened from bullets cruel But if said Dandy bandies pistols deftly as his words I’d like as not just take the shot His aim must be absurd [End]