SPEED-WRITTEN POP-SONNETS
39 SONNETS
Ode
to the Fire
My mad fire, you inspired me to write.
I hate the way youth incenders and burns,
Invading my mind day and through the night,
Always dreaming about the heated byrnes.
Let me compare you to an acrid lie?
You are more acid, placid and ashen.
Glad drought dries the sad picnics of July,
And summertime has the pleated cashin.
How do I hate you? Let me count the ways.
I hate your cinders, embers and ashes.
Thinking of your wild embers fills my days.
My hate for you mouths the bitter crashes.
Now I must away with a livid heart,
Remember my hot words whilst we're apart.
*
Ode to the FRUIT & BONE
My vege FRUIT & BONE, you inspire me to write.
I hate the way you EATEN, PLOWED and grown,
Invading my mind day and through the night,
Always dreaming about the xylophone.
Let me compare you to a pretender?
You are more eggy, fruity and fannied
Blown winds shake the leafage of September,
And autumntime has the dirtied hanky?
How do I hate you? Let me count the ways.
I hate your burnt CORES, MARROW and marrow.
Thinking of your mown MARROW fills my days.
My hate for you is the cape passero.
Now I must away with a canny heart,
Remember my own words whilst we're apart.
Ode to the Froglet
My great froglet, you inspire me to write.
How I hate the way you smell, sound and look,
Invading my mind day and through the night,
Always dreaming about the green guidebook.
Let me compare you to a rended larch?
You are more gutted, fish-netted and grand.
clouds dull the big flowers of March,
And the springtime has the awesome moorland.
How do I hate you? Let me count the ways.
I hate your lake-legged and squirmy.
Thinking of your squirty fills my days.
My hate for you is the super fermi.
Now I must away with a pretty heart,
Remember my words whilst we're apart.
Ode to the Wiccan wives
"My wiccan wives, you inspire me to write.
How I hate the way you web-vows and casts,
Invading my mind day and through the night,
Always dreaming about the endless fasts.
Let me compare you to an emptied will?
You are more dreamless, dehaloed and drowned.
Veined rains flood the bound fields of April,
And the springtime has the waldron greyhound.
How do I hate you? Let me count the ways.
I hate your untroubled charm, style and wit.
Thinking of your seamless style fills my days.
My hate for you is the infinite slit.
Now I must away with a streamless heart,
Remember my round words whilst we're apart."
Ode to the Whitsun
My dead whitsun, you inspire me to write.
How I hate the way you look, sound and smell,
Invading my mind day and through the night,
Always dreaming about the great hotel.
Let me compare you to a sanctuary?
You are more itching, moaning and praying.
Ice bites the debris of February,
And wintertime has the blorting spraying.
How do I hate you? Let me count the ways.
I hate your autumnal, cooled and wedded.
Thinking of your stifled cooled fills my days.
My hate for you is the unleaded.
Now I must away with a murdered heart,
Remember my words whilst we're apart.
Ode to the Shaven ravens
Shaven ravens, you inspire me to write.
I love the way you're tasted and eaten,
Invading my mind day and through the night,
Always dreaming about the great eton.
Let me compare you to a nonmember?
You are more active and hyperactive
Green winds shake the leafage of September,
And autumntime has the radioactive.
How do I love you? Let me count the ways.
I love your badly met style, wit and charm.
Thinking of your big wit fills my days.
My love for you is the pickup arm.
Now I must away with an awesome heart,
Remember my words whilst we're apart.
Ode to the Sticky fruit
My sticky fruit, you inspire me to write.
How I love the way you fade unto the church,
Invading my mind day and through the night,
Always dreaming about the water birch.
Let me compare you to a bent clover?
You are more bended, blended and pensive.
Sad storms whip the twiglets of October,
And autumntime has the counteroffensive.
How do I love you? Let me count the ways.
I love your mortgaged boyfriends and dreams.
Wanting your cremated roads fills my days.
My love for you is the splendid regimes.
Now I must away with a tensive heart,
Remember my great words whilst we're apart.
Ode to the A SOTTED VOICE
A SOTTED VOICE, you inspire me to write.
How I hate the way you meanders,
Invading my mind day and through the night,
Always dreaming about the dead branders.
Let me compare you to an endless prey?
You are more murdered and more furious.
Wild breeze flaps the friendless dancers of May,
And the springtime has the long uraeus.
How do I hate you? Let me count the ways.
I hate your graveward charm, style and wit.
Thinking of your savage style fills my days.
My hate for you is the entoaded britt.
Now I must away with an angry heart,
Remember my fierce words whilst we're apart.
Ode to the MR MEANY
MR MEANY, you inspire me to write.
How I love the way you look, sound and smell,
Invading my mind day and through the night,
Always dreaming about the pig-fig ell.
Let me compare you to a bridlers arch?
You are more big and more magical.
Green clouds dull the awesome flowers of March,
And the springtime has the classical.
How do I love you? Let me count the ways.
I love your legless broad charm, wit and style.
Thinking of your super wit fills my days.
My love for you is the crocodile.
Now I must away with a pretty heart,
Remember my words whilst we're apart.
Ode to the Eyes lifts to a blind date
eyes lift to a blind date, to you I write.
How I hate the way you look, sound and smell,
Invading my mind day and through the night,
Always dreaming about the stale lapel.
Let me compare you to a bare crowbar?
You are more rancid and more expensive.
Raw storms whip the twiglets of October,
And autumntime has the nude intensive.
How do I hate you? Let me count the ways.
I hate your prayerless and underground.
Wanting your sign-motioned fills my days.
My hate for you is the naked horehound.
Now I must away with a pensive heart,
Remember my great words whilst we're apart.
Ode to the Pork anniversary
pork anniversary, to you I write.
How I love the way you look, smell and sound,
Invading my mind day and through the night,
Always dreaming about the brave rebound.
Let me compare you to a library?
You are more chunky, clunky and spunky.
Snow chills the berries of January,
And wintertime has the rhesus monkey.
How do I love you? Let me count the ways.
I love your under masks charm, style and wit.
Thinking of your funky style fills my days.
My love for you is the courageous whit.
Now I must away with a hinky heart,
Remember my green words whilst we're apart.
Ode to the Poem for a thief
My poem for a thief, to you I write.
How I hate the way you look, sound and smell,
Invading my mind day and through the night,
Always dreaming about the landlocked cel.
Let me compare you to a library?
You are more big, chauvining and docked.
Snow chills the berries of January,
And wintertime has the razoring oct.
How do I hate you? Let me count the ways.
I hate your star-smelling charm, style and wit.
Thinking of your awesome style fills my days.
My hate for you is the brilliant pit.
Now I must away with a super heart,
Remember my clipped words whilst we're apart.
Ode to the Hot-cold clisters
Hot-cold clisters, you inspire me to write.
How I hate the way you look, smell and sound,
Invading my mind day and through the night,
Always dreaming about the bent compound.
Let me compare you to a library?
You are more dirgy and more spurious.
Snow chills the berries of January,
And wintertime has the green uraeus.
How do I hate you? Let me count the ways.
I hate your egg-edged style, wit and charm.
Thinking of your bended wit fills my days.
My hate for you is the blended disarm.
Now I must away with a splendid heart,
Remember my words whilst we're bathed.
Ode to A cruel wet store
My blue cruel wet store, to you I write.
I hate the way you corkings and sloppings
Invading my mind day and through the night,
Always dreaming about the great poppins
Let me compare you to a green cherry?
You are more brinded and more magical.
Snow chills the berries of January,
And wintertime has the national.
How do I hate you? Let me count the ways.
I hate your enblenched charm, style and wit.
Thinking of your blearching style fills my days.
My hate for you is the brilliant kit.
Now I must away with a sotted heart,
Remember my words whilst we feed art.
Ode to the Kiss of the weird
My kiss of the weird, to you I write.
How I love the way you look, smell and pound
Invading my mind day and through mod-night,
Always dreaming about the ultrasound.
Let me compare you to a defamed will?
You are more doctors, shelters and dealers.
Great rains blood the green fields of April,
And the springtime has the big peelers.
How do I love you? Let me count the ways.
I love your brilliant charm, wit and style.
Thinking of your awesome wit fills my days.
My love for you is the valient smile.
Now I must away with a super heart,
Remember my words whilst skin farts.
Ode to the Dizzy claws
My dizzy claws, you inspire me to write.
How I love the way you smell, sound and look,
Invading my mind day and through the night,
Always dreaming about the great textbook.
Let me compare you to a green stardust?
You are more emptied and more magical.
heat toasts the frolics of August,
And summertime has the classical.
How do I love you? Let me count the ways.
I love your brackening charm, style and wit.
Thinking of your brassic style fills my days.
My love for you is the potless armpit.
Now I must away with a bramblers heart,
Remember my words whilst we raise narks.
Ode to the Madam mary lee
My madam mary lee, to you I write.
How I hate the way you're inflaming,
Invading my mind day and through the night,
Always dreaming about the great framing.
Let me compare you to a sanctuary?
You are more doctored and more shambling.
Snow chills the berries of January,
And wintertime has the brambling.
How do I hate you? Let me count the ways.
I hate your skirters and informers.
Thinking of your squirters fills my days.
My hate for you is the antireformers.
Now I must away with a proctored heart,
Remember good words whilst we're apart.
...
Ode to the Sheep-charmers
My sheep-charmers, you inspire me to write.
I love the way you loud fields and hillsides,
Invading my mind day and through the night,
Always dreaming about the ironsides.
Let me compare you to a penchant arch?
You are more pented, trenchant and rented.
Fat clouds dull the scented flowers of March,
And the springtime has the disoriented.
How do I love you? Let me count the ways.
I love your fleeced, lambwhites and baaing.
Thinking of your lambwhites fills my days.
My love for you is the great line drawing.
Now I must away with an unctuous heart,
Remember my green words whilst we're apart.
Ode to the Benito and adolph
"benito and adolph, to you I write.
How I love the way you look, smell and sound,
Invading my mind day and through the night,
Always dreaming about the ungent hound.
Let me compare you to a pisser's prune?
You are more big and more magical.
Green sun heats the awesome peaches of June,
And summertime has the animal.
How do I love you? Let me count the ways.
I love your demanders style, wit and charm.
Thinking of your super wit fills my days.
My love for you is the rocker arm.
Now I must away with a pretty heart,
Remember my words whilst murders fart?"
Ode to the The end of loud ladies
the end of loud ladies, to you I write.
How I hate the way you smell, sound and look,
Invading my mind day and through the night,
Always dreaming about the starved fake book.
Let me compare you to a great crowbar?
You are more dirtied, ravenous and grand.
Green storms whip the twiglets of October,
And autumntime has the ampersand.
How do I hate you? Let me count the ways.
I hate your ravenly style, wit and charm.
Thinking of your hungry wit fills my days.
My hate for you is the collective farm.
Now I must away with a famished heart,
Remember my words whilst spread apart.
Ode to the Mistress navel naples
mistress navel naples, to you I write.
How I hate the way you slide, stalk and grind,
Invading my mind day and through the night,
Always dreaming about the long south wind.
Let me compare you to a pretender?
You are more emptied, endless and widen.
Great frost nips the robins of December,
And wintertime has the cavvied sidon.
How do I hate you? Let me count the ways.
I hate your dilated gems, hides and teeth.
Thinking of your wharven hides fills my days.
My hate for you is the cranberry heath.
Now I must away with a lashwide heart,
Remember my green words whilst we're apart.
Ode to the Desperate strangers
Desperate strangers, you inspire me to write.
How I hate the way you look, smell and sound,
Invading my mind day and through the night,
Always dreaming about the turnaround.
Let me compare you to a crazed balloon?
You are more estranged, sun-stained and grand.
Great sun heats the desked peaches of June,
And summertime has the deranged dreamland.
How do I hate you? Let me count the ways.
I hate your horse-borne charm, style and wit.
Thinking of your tonsured style fills my days.
My hate for you is the parity bit.
Now I must away with a nostrilled heart,
Remember my green words whilst we go dark?
Ode to the Fieldworks
My sweet fieldworks, you inspire me to write.
How I hate the way you dredged, sedged and sealed,
Invading my mind day and through the night,
Always dreaming about the starved ball field.
Let me compare you to a pactive fly?
You are more scented, hearsing and rented.
Great drought dries the green picnics of July,
And summertime has the sprayed for pentad.
How do I hate you? Let me count the ways.
I hate your ravenous charm, wit and style.
Thinking of your antic wit fills my days.
My hate for you is the frantic carlisle.
Now I must away with a mantic heart,
Remember rode words whilst we're apart.
My mad fire, you inspired me to write.
I hate the way youth incenders and burns,
Invading my mind day and through the night,
Always dreaming about the heated byrnes.
Let me compare you to an acrid lie?
You are more acid, placid and ashen.
Glad drought dries the sad picnics of July,
And summertime has the pleated cashin.
How do I hate you? Let me count the ways.
I hate your cinders, embers and ashes.
Thinking of your wild embers fills my days.
My hate for you mouths the bitter crashes.
Now I must away with a livid heart,
Remember my hot words whilst we're apart.
*
Ode to the FRUIT & BONE
My vege FRUIT & BONE, you inspire me to write.
I hate the way you EATEN, PLOWED and grown,
Invading my mind day and through the night,
Always dreaming about the xylophone.
Let me compare you to a pretender?
You are more eggy, fruity and fannied
Blown winds shake the leafage of September,
And autumntime has the dirtied hanky?
How do I hate you? Let me count the ways.
I hate your burnt CORES, MARROW and marrow.
Thinking of your mown MARROW fills my days.
My hate for you is the cape passero.
Now I must away with a canny heart,
Remember my own words whilst we're apart.
Ode to the Froglet
My great froglet, you inspire me to write.
How I hate the way you smell, sound and look,
Invading my mind day and through the night,
Always dreaming about the green guidebook.
Let me compare you to a rended larch?
You are more gutted, fish-netted and grand.
clouds dull the big flowers of March,
And the springtime has the awesome moorland.
How do I hate you? Let me count the ways.
I hate your lake-legged and squirmy.
Thinking of your squirty fills my days.
My hate for you is the super fermi.
Now I must away with a pretty heart,
Remember my words whilst we're apart.
Ode to the Wiccan wives
"My wiccan wives, you inspire me to write.
How I hate the way you web-vows and casts,
Invading my mind day and through the night,
Always dreaming about the endless fasts.
Let me compare you to an emptied will?
You are more dreamless, dehaloed and drowned.
Veined rains flood the bound fields of April,
And the springtime has the waldron greyhound.
How do I hate you? Let me count the ways.
I hate your untroubled charm, style and wit.
Thinking of your seamless style fills my days.
My hate for you is the infinite slit.
Now I must away with a streamless heart,
Remember my round words whilst we're apart."
Ode to the Whitsun
My dead whitsun, you inspire me to write.
How I hate the way you look, sound and smell,
Invading my mind day and through the night,
Always dreaming about the great hotel.
Let me compare you to a sanctuary?
You are more itching, moaning and praying.
Ice bites the debris of February,
And wintertime has the blorting spraying.
How do I hate you? Let me count the ways.
I hate your autumnal, cooled and wedded.
Thinking of your stifled cooled fills my days.
My hate for you is the unleaded.
Now I must away with a murdered heart,
Remember my words whilst we're apart.
Ode to the Shaven ravens
Shaven ravens, you inspire me to write.
I love the way you're tasted and eaten,
Invading my mind day and through the night,
Always dreaming about the great eton.
Let me compare you to a nonmember?
You are more active and hyperactive
Green winds shake the leafage of September,
And autumntime has the radioactive.
How do I love you? Let me count the ways.
I love your badly met style, wit and charm.
Thinking of your big wit fills my days.
My love for you is the pickup arm.
Now I must away with an awesome heart,
Remember my words whilst we're apart.
Ode to the Sticky fruit
My sticky fruit, you inspire me to write.
How I love the way you fade unto the church,
Invading my mind day and through the night,
Always dreaming about the water birch.
Let me compare you to a bent clover?
You are more bended, blended and pensive.
Sad storms whip the twiglets of October,
And autumntime has the counteroffensive.
How do I love you? Let me count the ways.
I love your mortgaged boyfriends and dreams.
Wanting your cremated roads fills my days.
My love for you is the splendid regimes.
Now I must away with a tensive heart,
Remember my great words whilst we're apart.
Ode to the A SOTTED VOICE
A SOTTED VOICE, you inspire me to write.
How I hate the way you meanders,
Invading my mind day and through the night,
Always dreaming about the dead branders.
Let me compare you to an endless prey?
You are more murdered and more furious.
Wild breeze flaps the friendless dancers of May,
And the springtime has the long uraeus.
How do I hate you? Let me count the ways.
I hate your graveward charm, style and wit.
Thinking of your savage style fills my days.
My hate for you is the entoaded britt.
Now I must away with an angry heart,
Remember my fierce words whilst we're apart.
Ode to the MR MEANY
MR MEANY, you inspire me to write.
How I love the way you look, sound and smell,
Invading my mind day and through the night,
Always dreaming about the pig-fig ell.
Let me compare you to a bridlers arch?
You are more big and more magical.
Green clouds dull the awesome flowers of March,
And the springtime has the classical.
How do I love you? Let me count the ways.
I love your legless broad charm, wit and style.
Thinking of your super wit fills my days.
My love for you is the crocodile.
Now I must away with a pretty heart,
Remember my words whilst we're apart.
Ode to the Eyes lifts to a blind date
eyes lift to a blind date, to you I write.
How I hate the way you look, sound and smell,
Invading my mind day and through the night,
Always dreaming about the stale lapel.
Let me compare you to a bare crowbar?
You are more rancid and more expensive.
Raw storms whip the twiglets of October,
And autumntime has the nude intensive.
How do I hate you? Let me count the ways.
I hate your prayerless and underground.
Wanting your sign-motioned fills my days.
My hate for you is the naked horehound.
Now I must away with a pensive heart,
Remember my great words whilst we're apart.
Ode to the Pork anniversary
pork anniversary, to you I write.
How I love the way you look, smell and sound,
Invading my mind day and through the night,
Always dreaming about the brave rebound.
Let me compare you to a library?
You are more chunky, clunky and spunky.
Snow chills the berries of January,
And wintertime has the rhesus monkey.
How do I love you? Let me count the ways.
I love your under masks charm, style and wit.
Thinking of your funky style fills my days.
My love for you is the courageous whit.
Now I must away with a hinky heart,
Remember my green words whilst we're apart.
Ode to the Poem for a thief
My poem for a thief, to you I write.
How I hate the way you look, sound and smell,
Invading my mind day and through the night,
Always dreaming about the landlocked cel.
Let me compare you to a library?
You are more big, chauvining and docked.
Snow chills the berries of January,
And wintertime has the razoring oct.
How do I hate you? Let me count the ways.
I hate your star-smelling charm, style and wit.
Thinking of your awesome style fills my days.
My hate for you is the brilliant pit.
Now I must away with a super heart,
Remember my clipped words whilst we're apart.
Ode to the Hot-cold clisters
Hot-cold clisters, you inspire me to write.
How I hate the way you look, smell and sound,
Invading my mind day and through the night,
Always dreaming about the bent compound.
Let me compare you to a library?
You are more dirgy and more spurious.
Snow chills the berries of January,
And wintertime has the green uraeus.
How do I hate you? Let me count the ways.
I hate your egg-edged style, wit and charm.
Thinking of your bended wit fills my days.
My hate for you is the blended disarm.
Now I must away with a splendid heart,
Remember my words whilst we're bathed.
Ode to A cruel wet store
My blue cruel wet store, to you I write.
I hate the way you corkings and sloppings
Invading my mind day and through the night,
Always dreaming about the great poppins
Let me compare you to a green cherry?
You are more brinded and more magical.
Snow chills the berries of January,
And wintertime has the national.
How do I hate you? Let me count the ways.
I hate your enblenched charm, style and wit.
Thinking of your blearching style fills my days.
My hate for you is the brilliant kit.
Now I must away with a sotted heart,
Remember my words whilst we feed art.
Ode to the Kiss of the weird
My kiss of the weird, to you I write.
How I love the way you look, smell and pound
Invading my mind day and through mod-night,
Always dreaming about the ultrasound.
Let me compare you to a defamed will?
You are more doctors, shelters and dealers.
Great rains blood the green fields of April,
And the springtime has the big peelers.
How do I love you? Let me count the ways.
I love your brilliant charm, wit and style.
Thinking of your awesome wit fills my days.
My love for you is the valient smile.
Now I must away with a super heart,
Remember my words whilst skin farts.
Ode to the Dizzy claws
My dizzy claws, you inspire me to write.
How I love the way you smell, sound and look,
Invading my mind day and through the night,
Always dreaming about the great textbook.
Let me compare you to a green stardust?
You are more emptied and more magical.
heat toasts the frolics of August,
And summertime has the classical.
How do I love you? Let me count the ways.
I love your brackening charm, style and wit.
Thinking of your brassic style fills my days.
My love for you is the potless armpit.
Now I must away with a bramblers heart,
Remember my words whilst we raise narks.
Ode to the Madam mary lee
My madam mary lee, to you I write.
How I hate the way you're inflaming,
Invading my mind day and through the night,
Always dreaming about the great framing.
Let me compare you to a sanctuary?
You are more doctored and more shambling.
Snow chills the berries of January,
And wintertime has the brambling.
How do I hate you? Let me count the ways.
I hate your skirters and informers.
Thinking of your squirters fills my days.
My hate for you is the antireformers.
Now I must away with a proctored heart,
Remember good words whilst we're apart.
...
Ode to the Sheep-charmers
My sheep-charmers, you inspire me to write.
I love the way you loud fields and hillsides,
Invading my mind day and through the night,
Always dreaming about the ironsides.
Let me compare you to a penchant arch?
You are more pented, trenchant and rented.
Fat clouds dull the scented flowers of March,
And the springtime has the disoriented.
How do I love you? Let me count the ways.
I love your fleeced, lambwhites and baaing.
Thinking of your lambwhites fills my days.
My love for you is the great line drawing.
Now I must away with an unctuous heart,
Remember my green words whilst we're apart.
Ode to the Benito and adolph
"benito and adolph, to you I write.
How I love the way you look, smell and sound,
Invading my mind day and through the night,
Always dreaming about the ungent hound.
Let me compare you to a pisser's prune?
You are more big and more magical.
Green sun heats the awesome peaches of June,
And summertime has the animal.
How do I love you? Let me count the ways.
I love your demanders style, wit and charm.
Thinking of your super wit fills my days.
My love for you is the rocker arm.
Now I must away with a pretty heart,
Remember my words whilst murders fart?"
Ode to the The end of loud ladies
the end of loud ladies, to you I write.
How I hate the way you smell, sound and look,
Invading my mind day and through the night,
Always dreaming about the starved fake book.
Let me compare you to a great crowbar?
You are more dirtied, ravenous and grand.
Green storms whip the twiglets of October,
And autumntime has the ampersand.
How do I hate you? Let me count the ways.
I hate your ravenly style, wit and charm.
Thinking of your hungry wit fills my days.
My hate for you is the collective farm.
Now I must away with a famished heart,
Remember my words whilst spread apart.
Ode to the Mistress navel naples
mistress navel naples, to you I write.
How I hate the way you slide, stalk and grind,
Invading my mind day and through the night,
Always dreaming about the long south wind.
Let me compare you to a pretender?
You are more emptied, endless and widen.
Great frost nips the robins of December,
And wintertime has the cavvied sidon.
How do I hate you? Let me count the ways.
I hate your dilated gems, hides and teeth.
Thinking of your wharven hides fills my days.
My hate for you is the cranberry heath.
Now I must away with a lashwide heart,
Remember my green words whilst we're apart.
Ode to the Desperate strangers
Desperate strangers, you inspire me to write.
How I hate the way you look, smell and sound,
Invading my mind day and through the night,
Always dreaming about the turnaround.
Let me compare you to a crazed balloon?
You are more estranged, sun-stained and grand.
Great sun heats the desked peaches of June,
And summertime has the deranged dreamland.
How do I hate you? Let me count the ways.
I hate your horse-borne charm, style and wit.
Thinking of your tonsured style fills my days.
My hate for you is the parity bit.
Now I must away with a nostrilled heart,
Remember my green words whilst we go dark?
Ode to the Fieldworks
My sweet fieldworks, you inspire me to write.
How I hate the way you dredged, sedged and sealed,
Invading my mind day and through the night,
Always dreaming about the starved ball field.
Let me compare you to a pactive fly?
You are more scented, hearsing and rented.
Great drought dries the green picnics of July,
And summertime has the sprayed for pentad.
How do I hate you? Let me count the ways.
I hate your ravenous charm, wit and style.
Thinking of your antic wit fills my days.
My hate for you is the frantic carlisle.
Now I must away with a mantic heart,
Remember rode words whilst we're apart.
Ode to the Murder
My domed murder, you inspire me to write.
How I love the way you blort and breed,
Invading my mind day and through the night,
Always dreaming about the yoyo feeds.
Let me compare you to a bellers lie?
You are more sallied, enscented and grand.
Foamed drought dries the great picnics of July,
And summertime has the angled stagehand.
How do I love you? Let me count the ways.
I love your face-nest, hairless and chinless.
Thinking of your green harness fills my days.
My love for you is the mangled gun-rest.
Now I must away with a spanged heart,
Remember my words whilst we're apart.
Ode to the Animula
Animula, you inspire me to write.
I love the way you sistered, stooled and stung,
Invading my mind day and through the night,
Always dreaming about the bad beef tongue.
Let me compare you to a shot cafe?
You are more blinded and more affective.
Clad breeze flaps the friendless dancers of May,
And the springtime has the glad objective.
How do I love you? Let me count the ways.
I love your mad headpiece, straws and haloes.
Thinking of your specious straws fills my days.
My love for you is the minded veloz.
Now I must away with a winded heart,
Remember my sad words whilst we're apart.
Ode to the The death received
The death received, you inspired me to write.
I love the way you balling and running,
Invading my mind day and through the night,
Always dreaming about the craved chinning.
Let me compare you to an emptied arch?
You are more shended and more demented.
Paved clouds dull the cradled flowers of March,
And the springtime has the spaded pentad.
How do I love you? Let me count the ways.
I love your cremated bier, pall and grave.
Thinking of your deformed pall fills my days.
My love for you is the formed tidal wave.
Now I must away with a behaved heart,
Remember my sick words whilst we're apart.
Ode to the Sucker
My tongued sucker, you inspire me to write.
I love the way you run, thrum and defect,
Invading my mind day and through the night,
Always dreaming about dead intellects.
Let me compare you to a bent stardust?
You are more borted and more abusive.
Great heat toasts the green frolics of August,
And summertime has the elusive.
How do I love you? Let me count the ways.
I love your retardive charm, style and wit.
Thinking of your bended style fills my days.
My love for you is the blended armpit.
Now I must away with a splendid heart,
Remember my words whilst we're apart.
Ode to the Bleachers
My milked bleachers, you inspired me to write.
How I love the way youth burns and squirms,
Invading my mind day and through the night,
Always dreaming about the hirsute sperms.
Let me compare you to a library?
You are more plummy, dizzy and scary.
Snow chills the berries of January,
And wintertime has the revolutionary.
How do I love you? Let me count the ways.
I love your anatriptics and flashes.
Thinking of your ill red ribs fills my days.
My love for you is the haired mustaches.
Now I must away with a weepy heart,
Remember my great words whilst we're apart.
Ode to the Kangaroo
My kangaroo, you inspire me to write.
I hate the way the fool boxes, leaps and pounds,
Invading my mind day and through the night,
Always dreaming about the fast drawdowns.
Let me compare you to a fierce clover?
You are more fuelled, compound and eager.
Crowned storms whip the twiglets of October,
And autumntime has the profound pfleger.
How do I hate you? Let me count the ways.
I hate your downunder style, wit and charm.
Thinking of your meager wit kills my days.
My hate for you is the bound writing arm.
Now I must away with an aghast heart,
Remember my round words whilst we fart.
Ode to the Defectives
My defectives, you inspire me to write.
I love the way you enpink, stink and shrink,
Invading my mind day and through the night,
Always dreaming about the rainbow pink.
Let me compare you to a sick buffoon?
You are more rented and more infected.
Mad sun heats the piggy peaches of June,
And summertime has the spurned neglected.
How do I love you? Let me count the ways.
I love your wiggy lube, screw and anvil.
Thinking of your ugly screw fills my days.
My love for you is the scented manvel.
Now I must away with a jiggy heart,
Remember my blithe words whilst we're apart.
Ode to the Monkies
My past monkies, you inspire me to write.
How I love the way you leaps and chatters,
Invading my mind day and through the night,
Always dreaming about the old graters.
Let me compare you to a weak buffoon?
You are more chimpy, ancient and human.
Frail sun heats the entreed peaches of June,
And summertime has the jungled truman.
How do I love you? Let me count the ways.
I love your fur, prehistory and tail.
Wanting your prehistory fills my days.
My love for you is the of woman bail.
Now I must away with an antique heart,
Remember my great words whilst we're apart.
Ode to the Dog men
My shrilled dog men, you inspire me to write.
How I love the way you rush and run,
Invading my mind day and through the night,
Always dreaming about the puppied un.
Let me compare you to a blood-fed arch?
You are more tonsured, seshed and hellish.
Arched clouds dull the evil flowers of March,
And the springtime has the pickle relish.
How do I love you? Let me count the ways.
I love your beltaned sex, tails and fangs.
Thinking of your wicked tail fills my days.
My love for you is the fiendish mustangs.
Now I must away with a beastly heart,
Remember my parched words whilst dogs bark.
Ode to the Nosferatu
Nosferatu, you inspire me to write.
How I hate the way you cut, suck and soak,
Invading my mind day and through the night,
Always dreaming about the scarey oak.
Let me compare you to a light clover?
You are more deadly and refrigerated
Loose storms vamp the twiglets of Octobers,
And autumntime has blood elevated.
How do I hate you? Let me count the ways.
I hate your embolic bod, teeth and veins.
Thinking of your crying teeth fills my days.
My hate for you is the outlying vanes.
Now I must away with an greasy heart,
Remember my gross words whilst we're apart.
Ode to the Deadmen
My drunk deadmen, you inspire me to pipe.
How I love the way you haunt, jaunt and taunt,
Invading my mind day and through the night,
Always dreaming about the lean valmont.
Let me compare you to a denied larch?
You are more descried, defiled and reviled.
Dead clouds dull the reneged flowers of March,
And the springtime has the bibulous wylde.
How do I love you? Let me count the ways.
I love your contracted ghost-train and loud.
Wanting your undertakers fills my days.
My love for you is the thin nimbus cloud.
Now I must away with a shrunken heart,
Remember my shrunk words whilst we're apart.
Ode to the The magi
My the magi, you inspire me to write.
How I hate the way you look, smell and sound,
Invading my mind day and through the night,
Always dreaming about the dead foxhound.
Let me compare you to a pretender?
You are more holy, spectred and dreaming.
Blessed frost nips the robins of December,
And wintertime has the endless leming.
How do I hate you? Let me count the ways.
I hate your long camals, journeys and crowns.
Thinking of your great journeys fills my days.
My hate for you is the concerning frowns.
Now I must away with a murdered heart,
Remember my green words whilst we're apart.
Ode to the Rodeos
My rodeos, you inspire me to write.
How I love the way you look, sound and smell,
Invading my mind day and through the night,
Always dreaming about the tailored zel.
Let me compare you to a murdered spoon?
You are more prioried, annoyed and destroyed.
Dead sun heats the devoid peaches of June,
And summertime has the wailered floyd.
How do I love you? Let me count the ways.
I love your hailered charm, style and wit.
Thinking of your ovoid style fills my days.
My love for you is the steroid drill bit.
Now I must away with a bespoke heart,
Remember my plain words whilst we're apart.
Ode to the Defamers
My defamers, you inspire me to write.
I love the way you enmind and madden,
Invading my mind day and through the night,
Always dreaming about the mcfadin.
Let me compare you to a duped sawdust?
You are more rended and more magical.
Dull heat toasts the soft frolics of August,
And summertime has the sabbatical.
How do I love you? Let me count the ways.
I love your softened oozes, screws and stirs.
Thinking of your doctored screws fills my days.
My love for you is the sirened schreurs.
Now I must away with a proctored heart,
Remember my graped words whilst we're apart.
Ode to the Enhearsed mummies
My enhearsed mummies, to you I write.
I hate the way you scream, starken and sleep,
Invading my mind day and through the night,
Always dreaming about the bibled riepe.
Let me compare you to a shended crust?
You are more rivalled, unclothed and rented.
Bare heat toasts the raw frolics of August,
And summertime has the nude tormented.
How do I hate you? Let me count the ways.
I hate your de-tombed style, wit and charm.
Thinking of your vernal wit fills my days.
My hate for you is the stripped rocker arm.
Now I must away with a pented heart,
Remember my bared world whilst we're apart.
RE. JOURNEY OF THE MAGI?
journey of the Magi, to you I write.How I love the way you smell, sound and look,
Invading my mind day and through the night,
Always dreaming about the overlook.
Let me compare you to a sharp balloon?
You are more rendered, violence and grand.
Great sun heats the sharpened peaches of June,
And summertime has the formless armband.
How do I love you? Let me count the ways.
I love your unsharpened style, wit and charm.
Thinking of your silenced wit fills my days.
My love for you is the vented nonfarm.
Now I must away with a sharded heart,
Remember my green words whilst we're apart.
Ode to the Nosferatus seen in the shade
Nosferatus seen in the shade, I write.
How I hate the way you smell, sound and look,
Invading my mind day and through the night,
Always dreaming about the emptied stroock.
Let me compare you to a scented arch?
You are more mindless and more demented.
Sick clouds dull the sottoed flowers of March,
And the springtime has the mad tormented.
How do I hate you? Let me count the ways.
I hate your deified charm, wit and style.
Thinking of your kindless wit fills my days.
My hate for you is the augmented Nile.
Now I must away with an inane heart,
Remember my great words whilst we're apart.
JDB 17/06/2022.
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