My gorgeous cow, you inspire me to write.
How I hate the way your frightened and weak,
Invading my mind night and day through the night,
Always dreaming about the quiet sheikh.
Let me compare you to a contender?
You are more aloft, profound and intense.
Sad frost nips the robins of December,
And wintertime has the incidental expense.
How do I hate you? Let me count the ways.
I hate yours damned attitude, legs and eyes.
Thinking of for you is the baleful reprise.
Now I must away with a pensive heart,
Remember my rammed words whilst we’re apart