jolly king, you inspire me to write.
How I hate the way you skip, sneer and call,
Invading my mind day and through the night,
Always dreaming about the cunning sprawl.

Let me compare you to an active crust?
You are more scary, stable and able.
Long heat toasts the strange frolics of August,
And summertime has the amazed stabile.

How do I hate you? Let me count the ways.
I hate your unfazed feet, humour and lip.
Thinking of your dazed humour fills my days.
My hate for you is the directorship.

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