Sweetest of men, misrepresented,
What is your crime? Defending your friends?
Strange world it is where honour is dissed,
Stranger still yet, where truth is punished.

Yes, you've crossed swords but not in revenge –
Your sole purpose to protect and avenge.
Yes, you've spitted with rapier wit –
But never wanton or unwarranted.

You wield satire and wound with your worth,
Your shafts are fired and none fall to earth,
You terrify with riotous mirth,
Your aim is dire, thus cowards dessert.

Brave champion, campaigning for justice –
Leads me to wonder just what the fuss is.