A Sonnet by Gilgamesh

My acid spouse, you inspire me to write.

How I love the way you prowl, sting and drool,
Invading my mind day and through the night,
Always dreaming about the placid buhl.

Let me compare you to a banal spoon?

You are more lifelong, pleasant and awesome.
Wrong sun heats the intense peaches of June,
And summertime has the bitter wasem.

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

I love your awful humour, legs and legs.
Thinking of your caustic legs fills my days.
My love for you is the potable dregs.

Now I must away with a lanky heart,

Remember my pink words whilst we're apart.