The sonnet to rule them all

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                                Ode to the Lorry
                            
                                A Sonnet 
                            by memeon
        
My weird lorry, you inspire me to write.
How I hate the way you bounce, fly and hide,
Invading my mind day and through the night,
Always dreaming about the homicide.


Let me compare you to a big buffet?
You are more happy, solid and evil.
Cleared breeze flaps the lying dancers of May,
And the springtime has the eared bean weevil.

How do I hate you? Let me count the ways.
I hate your smeared ankle, thumb and humour.
Thinking of your shrieval thumb fills my days.
My hate for you is the blighted tumor.

Now I must away with a flappy heart,
Remember my great words whilst we're apart.