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.