Wry Fenris

I'm Fenris Ulf
with a mouthful of scissors
I'm Fenris Ulf
with a mouthful of scissors

everyone cries
when I cover them with kisses
their faces cut with literary blisters

I see you trying
and I cut you into pieces
when I'm being nice
your politeness still deceases!

I try my best
when I journey and impress
my words are sharp
so's Boethius' dress

I'm quite ill-suited
for the nuance of diplomacy
when I meet princesses
and we're signing some damn peace treaty.