The Frenchies Seek Him Everywhere!

Modern conversation can be a fright
with all those pistols on rustic hips.
The savages are ready for a fight
If you're reckless with the use of your lips.
 
Barbarous dolts may think I'm perversed
should I savor some silver-tongued love.
Yet fancy, glad, must be warded and nursed;
 
I fear poltroonery gave it a shove.
 
Then the internet beat it down more
and told it to get a haircut and job.
But some seek fancy as never before...
terse chafed by snob or rude slob;
 
     They seek it there; they seek it here...
     and expect it from...a midnight sonneteer!