Ode to the rose

My hatred rose, you inspire me to write.

How I hate the way you care, speak and walk,

Invading my mind day and through the night,

Always dreaming about the classy crock.

Let me compare you to a contender?

You are more detest, passionate and loathe.

Bliss frost nips the robins of December,

And wintertime has the manifest rote.

How do I hate you? Let me count the ways.

I hate your merciful hand, leg and eyes.

Thinking of your amiss leg fills my days.

My hate for you is the remiss surmise.

Now I must away with a brassy heart,

Remember my best words whilst we're apart.