Ode to the Tissue
A Sonnet
by wisecrack
My gold tissue, you inspire me to write.
I hate the way you paddle, sneer and fly,
Invading my mind day and through the night,
Always dreaming about the content hi.
Let me compare you to a pretty larch?
You are more evil, present and solid.
Bold clouds dull the shrieval flowers of March,
And the springtime has the gritty pholad.
How do I hate you? Let me count the ways.
I hate your nitty eyebrows and ankle.
How yourpersonality fills my days!
My hate for you is the witty frankl.
Now I must away with a pholad heart,
Remember my cold words whilst we're apart.
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