[All right. That was fairly poor. And she comes from a culture with a strong poetic tradition, she's got to be able to beat that, right?]

[She takes a deep breath, and launches into it. Her tone is more "poet declaiming an epic lay" than "sick rap battle", but that's to be expected, right?]

Princess he names me, in poor poetry shames me,
Paling and puling, ailing spirit... [come on what rhymes with puling] ...seeks ruling,
Envy sickens him, the trickster tricking him...self
So aye, name me princess, thou shame to the shameless
I know it burns thee, the knowledge that turns thee
Rule thou wouldst claim, but misrule all thy fame
I need not accuse thee, thy screed truthful proves me
Fool in word, fool in deed, poor cur without creed
Rhyme, rhythm, or rule
Run thee ragged, poor fool.

[Hey, she's getting the hang of this.]