Dear Mr. Ruffian,
Stay away from everyone;
Your knave manner
And rapscallion banter
Is the reprobate slander — you spew.
Your cad ranting
And hooligan scanting
Is pure wretchedness — times two!
Good lord this is becoming a zoo.
You will quickly depart,
With your scalawag heart,
To a rope waiting to set you free
— It’s hanging on the nearest tree.
P.S. You can now see,
The friends that you pleased
While fulfilling your lust and sleaze.