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.