Ode to the Friend
A Sonnet
by memeon
My funny friend, you inspire me to write.
How I hate the way you bark, call and eat,
Invading my mind day and through the night,
Always dreaming about the hip crabmeat.
Let me compare you to a contender?
You are more sunny, excellent and weird.
Weird frost nips the robins of December,
And wintertime has the seeable beard.
How do I hate you? Let me count the ways.
I hate your revered smile, thumb and ankle.
Thinking of your informed thumb fills my days.
My hate for you is the pleasant sprankle.
Now I must away with a first-class heart,
Remember my green words whilst we're apart.
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