The sonnet to rule them all

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                                Ode to the Wife
                            
                                A Sonnet 
                            by memeon
        
My silly wife, you inspire me to write.
How I hate the way you moo, soar and eat,
Invading my mind day and through the night,
Always dreaming about the plump deadbeat.


Let me compare you to a contender?
You are more grumpy, bumpy and yellow.
Gold winds shake the leafage of September,
And autumntime has the marinello.

How do I hate you? Let me count the ways.
I hate your crumpy fingers, smile and toe.
Thinking of your dumpy smile fills my days.
My hate for you is the grey virago.

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