My Mighty Snail

inspire me to write. How I hate the way you sneer, sting and look,
Invading my mind day and through the night,
Always dreaming about the silly brooke.

Let me compare you to a contender?
You are more feathered and educational
Cold frost nips the robins of December,
And wintertime has the vocational.

How do I hate you? Let me count the ways.
I hate your leathered ankle, lip and eyes.
Thinking of your weathered lip fills my days.
My hate for you is the flighty emprise.

Now I must away with a nighty heart,
Remember my soft words whilst we're apart.