Dictionary Poem

(STARTING WITH B AND WORKING THROUGH S. THIS COULD BE A CASE STUDY IN WHAT HAPPENS WHEN THE ONLY REFERENCE BOOK ON ONE'S SHELF IS "BLACK'S LAW DICTIONARY")

THE DUEL:

YOU COULDN'T BORROW BETTER COMPANY
WITH WHOM TO SHARE THIS HEADY BREW,
COOLER STEEL ON WHICH TO TEST YOURSELF,
OR A WORTHIER COMBATANT.
BUT COULD YOU, IN AN ACT OF PURE DIPLOMACY,
DEIGN TO ENTERTAIN MY EMANCIPATION?
OR WILL PRIDE DEMAND YOU FILIBUSTER
TILL QUARTER PAST FOREVER?

WELL, IF WE MUST FIGHT ONE ANOTHER,
CALL ME BY MY FORMAL NAME, FRANCOIS,
AND NOT MY GIVEN ONE, GRATIS.
YOUR GAMES, YOU MAY ENJOY FREELY.
NOT SO MY HONOR OR MY HAND

IN TRUTH, I'VE BEEN EYEING YOU FOR A JOINT VENTURE
SINCE JUDGE AND JURY CAUGHT ME KISSING THE BOOK--
LOVER, ARE YOU LISTENING...?
I'M LISTLESS FROM THEIR LITTLE MOVES.
I LUST TO LIE IN LIVERY WITH YOU,

MY MAGISTRATE.

STILL, MY MODESTY IS NOTHING
IF NOT SO NOBLY HELD,
AND ONLY TOO OBSTINATE TO FEIGN OFFENSE
AT YOUR POSITING HOW I MOVED UP THE POSTS
TO PARLAY MY SKILLS INTO SUCH A PARTNERSHIP.

TO ANSWER YOUR QUESTION--
A QUASI-OFFER OF A QUID PRO QUO,
QUARRELING WITH THESE QUIXOTIC FOOLS,
UNTIL, REEVE BY REEVE,
THE RALLIED, THEN RETIRED AT MY FEET.
THEY REMAIN THERE STILL,
SLAYED IN COLD BLOOD BY A SINGLE SIREN
WHO, TO THEM, SEEMED SO CHARMING,
SO SEDUCTIVE.

--SILENCE!
DRAW YOUR SWORD.