Ode to the Wife
A Sonnet
by memeon
My silly wife, you inspire me to write.
How I hate the way you moo, soar and eat,
Invading my mind day and through the night,
Always dreaming about the plump deadbeat.
Let me compare you to a contender?
You are more grumpy, bumpy and yellow.
Gold winds shake the leafage of September,
And autumntime has the marinello.
How do I hate you? Let me count the ways.
I hate your crumpy fingers, smile and toe.
Thinking of your dumpy smile fills my days.
My hate for you is the grey virago.
Now I must away with a frumpy heart,
Remember my bold words whilst we're apart.