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                                Ode to the Box
                            
                                A Sonnet 
                            by a-better-steemit
        
My creepy box, you inspire me to write.
How I hate the way you fly, roar and cook,
Invading my mind day and through the night,
Always dreaming about the prayer book.


Let me compare you to a heavy prey?
You are more scary and more terrific.
Cute breeze flaps the merry dancers of May,
And the springtime has the transpacific.

How do I hate you? Let me count the ways.
I hate your personality and feet.
Thinking of your moot toenails fills my days.
My hate for you is the israeli teet.

Now I must away with a scaly heart,
Remember my bright words whilst we're apart.