How do I hate thee? Let me count the ways. I hate thee to the co-ordinate y My soul exists, and so begging to die In revising chem, maths and more all days. I hate thee more than the universe size If Olber’s paradox was somehow true. I hate thee freely, as men fight Mech 2. I hate thee purely, as they waste their lives. I hate thee with a passion put to use Poetically procrastinating you. I hate thee with hatred I cannot lose With my lost UMS – hate thee with breath, Pens, tears, of all my strife – and, if God choose, I shall only be free when I’m with death.
a parody of “How do I love thee” by Elizabeth Barret Browning