7. Sunstreaker

Of warriors, the Autobots hadde plenty.
Some, in themselves, were worth twenty,

nane moreso than Sunstreaker, a rogue
resplendante in gold veneer. His brogue

was stronge and arrogante as a Lord's,
his style mercenarie, his brusque wordes

oftene scalding, his actions rashe,
but his skill in every bataille, skyrmish, clashe

unsurpassed. His shoulder-artyllery
precyse in clypping back the airbourne fryllery

of the enemie's ruff, his instynct for warre
kene as the edge of a sylver razorre.

But just as a nick, or kinke caused by stresse
would dym swych a razorre's effectivenesse

so too was Sunstreaker made blunte, sore
as a madde dog, snortiousse as a boare

by the mooste pytiful and palest marke
upon his lustrousse bodieworke.

His pryde and artystikke temperamente
extended to his chassis. He spente

long houres loste in selfe-admyratione
(more than he spente at his bataille statione)

and as swyche, was unpopulare,
but, being so colde, did not care.