I really wanted to make a more secure case comparing the cardinal to those redcoats of yore, but, ah....
I have a scarlet lover who, ere pale First hints of dawn, begins to court, til thence Smiles and soft laughter thus ensue fr'intents. His perky voice and deep red coat avail Long-cherished loves, as I think Brits to scale So perfect; aye, put on the kettle hence Tae brew a *** of rosy lea to fence My porridge, while my cardnal'd sweetly hail. Wee sparrows are my playmates as they stir Such happiness as only lovers do. If Tyler swears he loves me, Shakespeare fer All that gives me perspective as he'd woo. Perchance I shall be independent: your Wish, Baby. But then I will not need you.
And I tweeted it too...and then he sez he didn't intend that. I love him.