First views display respective force;
Charles and Joe's words lushly spill,
while Fred's show discipline and drill.
Plans are revised to suit the course.
Fred feigns retreat in paused discourse-
a gap, the allies rush to fill,
but hidden artillery bombast stills
each ally's high-flown linguistic source.
Fred's lines of argument advance
on allied a**ertions rank by rank.
His fluent attacks, like cavalry, lance
and scissor through their dumbstruck flanks.
The allies bluster, like cavalry prance
but thoughts have fled, from fields swept blank.
Whatever the rightness of a stance,
Fred wins by glib-tongued, brazen swa*k.