Ode to the Spanner

Start writing... My bad spanner, you inspire me to write.

I love the way you paddle, swim and swim,

Invading my mind day and through the night,

Always dreaming about the cold prelim.

Let me compare you to an acid spoon?

You are more hungry, mortal and major.

Clad sun heats the placid peaches of June,

And summertime has the portal wager.

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

I love your antic ankle, thumb and eyes.

Thinking of your frantic thumb fills my days.

My love for you is the romantic size.

Now I must away with a mantic heart,

Remember my glad words whilst we're apart.