My round monster, you inspire me to write.
I hate the way you bark, wallow and sting,
Invading my mind day and through the night,
Always dreaming about the gruesome fling.
Let me compare you to a bluff buffoon?
You are more loathsome, amusing and rough.
Buff sun heats the bruising peaches of June,
And summertime has the musing leboeuf.
How do I hate you? Let me count the ways.
I hate your eyes, toenails and eyelashes.
Thinking of your tough toenails haunts my days.
My hate for you is the benign hashes.
Now I must away with a divine heart,
Remember my bound words whilst we're apart.
About the Creator
Chloe Gilholy
I live in Oxfordshire, England. I used to write a lot of fan fiction and mainly just write poetry now. I've been to over 20 countries and written many books. I'm currently working on a horror story called Heavenly Seas.
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