My slim zombie, you inspire me to write.


    I hate the way you paddle, sneer and chirp,


    Invading my mind day and through the night,


    Always dreaming about the shiny earp.


    Let me compare you to a dry crowbar?


    You are more intense, merry and evil.


    Dense storms whip the twiglets of October,


    And autumntime has the tense upheaval.


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


    I hate your blind feet, fingers and toenails.


    Thinking of your dim fingers fills my days.


    My hate for you is the shrieval horsetails.


    Now I must away with a cherry heart,


    Remember my grim words whilst we''re apart.