Look at me, look at me, look at me!

I swear, Of Troy, this is, perhaps, your best limerick [say nothing of multiple limericks] yet, certainly the best that I have seen!

It does seem that I bring out the very best in you, however ironic that may seem to some.

If I can be the foil and the fuel of your talent, Of Troy, then I am grateful for the privilege. We are all the better for it.

Flay on, Of Troy.

I seem to be the crucible, if not the very chemistry, of your talent. And, perhaps, yours of mine.

Courage is not the only quality forged in extremis. Perhaps acuity of mind, and fiery focus too.

How many ingots have sprung from this spleen?

May your anger roil
Your hatred coil
To bring your talents
To a boil.