Chapter 32 - Sonnet Part 5

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.