“Thou sodden-witted lord! Thou hast no more brain than I have in mine elbows” – Troilus and Cressida (Act Two, Scene One)
“Your mother was a hamster and your father smelt of elderberries.”
– Monty Python
“You scullion! You rampallian! You fustilarian! I’ll tickle your catastrophe!”
– Henry IV Part 2 (Act Two, Scene One)
All the world’s a rage
and we its players, entranced
and excited by its battle cry.
We snub our foes
and wield our (s)words
as steel and insults fly.
A slap of glove,
some unrequited yearning.
A pox upon thine face
(not worth sunburning).
Quickly, day 20.
See more Shakespeare insults here.
words can often serve as swords
OK, I’m out of breath reading this. Amusing with an attitude!
Pulled this one from headline news…
I saw one the other day that made me green in the gills… 😀
Why can’t some politicians just bow out gracefully… and fade into nothingness?