Tickling the Catastrophe 

(on Gauntlets) 

“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

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5 Responses to Tickling the Catastrophe 

  1. words can often serve as swords

  2. neil reid says:

    OK, I’m out of breath reading this. Amusing with an attitude!

  3. barbara_y says:


  4. Jules says:

    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?

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