I must not lose my temper.
Temper-temper-temper is the bum-killer.
Temper is the little mistake which leads to you lying
On the ground wondering Oi! What's with all this spreading
pool of blood then?
I will permit it to pass over and through me.
And when it has gone past the other bugger
Will be the only one bleeding.
Only I will remain, wiping off me knife.
Crusader Manners thinks this is her new mantra.