My angry bat, you inspire me to write.
How I hate the way you abuse and scream,
Invading my mind day and through the night,
Always dreaming about the big maxime.
Let me compare you to a quick cherry?
You are more smelly, disgusting and sick.
Ice bites the debris of February,
And wintertime has the abusive prick.
How do I hate you? Let me count the ways.
I hate your great disgusting, dumb and bad.
Thinking of your sleepy dumb fills my days.
My hate for you is the dramatic cad.
Now I must away with a shangri heart,
Remember my foul words whilst we’re apart.
