My smooth monkey, you inspire me to write.
I hate the way you frighten, hop and drool,
Invading my mind day and through the night,
Always dreaming about the normal school.
Let me compare you to a loose clover?
You are more scaly, handsome and pretty.
Black storms whip the twiglets of October,
And autumntime has the hansom city.
How do I hate you? Let me count the ways.
I hate your gentle arms, humour and legs.
Thinking of your rough humour fills my days.
My hate for you is the sarcastic segues.