An ode to my weird

Oh weird of mine,
Why doth thou collapse?

Hath thou had pnemuina,
and then ye relapsed?

Or doth thou grow bored,
of watching tiny rats,

Frying all crispy,
in my firelash?

Or do ye hate romantic moments,
as we all suspect ye do?

So ye make a great big splash,
and wet us like the dew?

Oh my water weird,
My wet little friend,

Will ye stop collapsing,
when I'm bout to get some BED!?

Penned by my hand on the 3rd of Valnuary, in the year 378 AF.