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.