บท 32: Sonnet Part 5
My slim zombie, you inspire me to write.
I hate the way you paddle, sneer and chirp,
Invading my mind day and through the night,
Always dreaming about the shiny earp.
Let me compare you to a dry crowbar?
You are more intense, merry and evil.
Dense storms whip the twiglets of October,
And autumntime has the tense upheaval.
How do I hate you? Let me count the ways.
I hate your blind feet, fingers and toenails.
Thinking of your dim fingers fills my days.
My hate for you is the shrieval horsetails.
Now I must away with a cherry heart,
Remember my grim words whilst we're apart.
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