Stubborn donkey, you inspire me to write.
I despise the way you bray and tremble,
Invading my mind day and through the night,
Always dreaming about you is stessful.
Shall I compare you to a black buffoon?
You are more angry, ornery and soft.
Mad sun heats the splendid peaches of June,
And summertime has the sore choir loft.
How do I hate you? Let me count the ways.
I hate your shaggy ears, and stubborn ass.
Thinking of your wild nature fills my days.
My hate for you is like broken watch glass.
Now I must away with an irate heart,
Remember my fake words whilst we’re apart.
It is a February challenge to myself – to write novel poetry: One-a-day.