Ode to the Table

A Sonnet KJD - eme

My small table, you inspire me to write.
I love the way you strong, wooden and brown,
Invading my mind day and through the night,
Always dreaming about the all midtown.

Let me compare you to a trinker will?

You are more rota and more chiquita.
Mean rains flood the fine fields of April,
And the springtime has the low maurita.

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

I love your pequeña feet, nose and arms.
Thinking of your joven nose fills my days.
My love for you is the ratona harms.

Now I must away with a meta heart,

Remember my tight words whilst we're apart.