As I have recently been studying Coleridge's epic poem 'The Rime of the Ancyent Marinere', I noticed that many of the lines of the poem serve superbly as insults, which really pack a punch. If you fancy really pressing someone's buttons, I recommend any of the following snappy lines:
'Now get thee hence, thou grey-beard Loon!'
[You are as]'...broad as a weft'
'with black lips bak'd'
[You are covered in] 'mouldy damps and charnel crust
They're patch'd with purple and green.'
'Her skin is as white as leprosy'
'Her flesh makes the still air cold.'
'a ghastly crew'
'their stony eyeballs'
'it has a fiendish look'
'full plain I see,
The devil knows how to row.'
So there you go. Go away now, and offend at your will!
Cheerio
Sq.
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