Ode to the Bottle
A Sonnet by The Invisible Man

My slim bottle, you inspire me to write.
How I love the way you cook, sting and moo,
Invading my mind day and through the night,
Always dreaming about the ingenue.

Let me compare you to a dim buffet?
You are more scary, unlawful and grey.
Grim breeze flaps the feathered dancers of May,
And the springtime has the audacious re.

How do I love you? Let me count the ways.
I love your attitude, thumb and elbows.
Thinking of your creepy thumb fills my days.
My love for you is the gracious impose.

Now I must away with an awful heart,
Remember my mim words whilst we're apart.

Thanks for reading,
The Invisible Man
@theinvisibleman