Ode to the Pond

My afraid pond, you inspire me to write.

How I love the way you call, hunt and skip,

Invading my mind day and through the night,

Always dreaming about the dealership.

Let me compare you to an acid tune?

You are more tiny, gorgeous and awesome.

Fierce sun heats the unreal peaches of June,

And summertime has the placid possum.

How do I love you? Let me count the ways.

I love your light eyelashes and humour.

Thinking of your laid fingers fills my days.

My love for you is the briny roomer.

Now I must away with a piney heart,

Remember my right words whilst we're apart.