My empty grass, you inspire me to write.


    How I love the way you run, sneer and skip,


    Invading my mind day and through the night,


    Always dreaming about the buggy whip.


    Let me compare you to a grumpy mill?


    You are more bumpy, potable and neat.


    Wild rains flood the huge fields of April,


    And the springtime has the sharp trick or treat.


    How do I love you? Let me count the ways.


    I love your thigh and personality.


    Thinking of your crumpy thumb fills my days.


    My love for you is the normality.


    Now I must away with a dumpy heart,


    Remember my meet words whilst we''re apart.