Neaniver is being Brash
She is like Maggot Pie
Neaniver needs Ash
Or she will surely Die

She needs to learn Respect
Or we will end her life
She knows what to Expect
Lots of pain and strife

We will kill her Slow
We will Pike her head
Her blood on pretty snow
Proving that She's dead

In the End she needs to be nice
Or from Gangrel she'll get Lice!

This is traditional Sonnet format, I know it sounds funny.

Penned by my hand on the 1st of Variach, in the year 116 MA.