Ode to the Hammer
A Sonnet
by justadoge
My pink hammer, you inspire me to write.
I hate the way you paddle, sleep and drool,
Invading my mind day and through the night,
Always dreaming about the bright ground rule.
Let me compare you to a gay clover?
You are more living, awesome and jolly.
Blessed storms whip the twiglets of October,
And autumntime has the mortal gali.
How do I hate you? Let me count the ways.
I hate your glad elbows, eyes and ankle.
Thinking of your happy eyes fills my days.
My hate for you is the awsome shankle.
Now I must away with a static heart,
Remember my pleased words whilst we're apart.
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