My main squirrel, you inspire me to write.
How I hate the way you bounce, trot and chirp,
Invading my mind day and through the night,
Always dreaming about the creepy slurp.
Let me compare you to a contender?
You are more pleasant, blazing, and giant.
Vain winds shake the leafage of September,
And autumntime has a sleepy client.
How do I hate you? Let me count the ways.
I hate your exciting style, toe, and legs.
Thinking of your weepy toe fills my days.
My hate for you is the amazing kegs.
Now I must away with a blighted heart,
Remember my great words whilst we're apart