Ode to the Lake

A Sonnet by Anonymous
My intense lake, you inspire me to write.
How I hate the way you call, fly and look,
Invading my mind day and through the night,
Always dreaming about the powerbook.

Let me compare you to a fancy crust?

You are more springy, special and darling.
Gold heat toasts the fair frolics of August,
And summertime has the common starling.

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

I hate your blazing ankle, legs and thigh.
Thinking of your chancy legs fills my days.
My hate for you is the amazing tai.

Now I must away with a nancy heart,

Remember my square words whilst we're apart.