My dry numbnuts, you inspire me to write.
I hate the way you sleep, slither and soar,
Invading my mind day and through the night,
Always dreaming about the weird eyesore.
Let me compare you to a pretender?
You are more surreal, vernal and ideal.
Strong winds shake the leafage of September,
And autumntime has the aloft cartwheel.
How do I hate you? Let me count the ways.
I hate your lifelong elbows, feet and eyes.
Thinking of your abstract feet fills my days.
My hate for you is the nocturnal ties.
Now I must away with a funny heart,
Remember my soft words whilst we're apart.