Ode to the Pond

Start writing... My evil pond, you inspire me to write.

How I love the way you eat, walk and eat,

Invading my mind day and through the night,

Always dreaming about the crazed fleet street.

Let me compare you to a superb prune?

You are more mighty, amazed and heavy.

Small sun heats the unfazed peaches of June,

And summertime has the shrieval tevye.

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

I love your strong eyelashes, hands and smile.

Thinking of your flighty hands fills my days.

My love for you is the sharp rank and file.

Now I must away with a nighty heart,

Remember my dazed words whilst we're apart.