Perhaps I may be a fool
But that would make you a larger one
So please, loose your cool
I'd enjoy your temper, to say a battle won

Though, of course I could plainly say
To 'bugger off' or 'go away'
Yet it seems you're here to stay
So my mind might have to pay

Ah, you give me more than a laugh
More so a laughter, you're so daft!
Its hilarious, I say to that
How you think you better than I

Perhaps you should refrain from calling me 'dear'
I appreciate it not, you hear?
Only one is allowed to call me such
And you are not he, I can say that much

Now leave me in peace to write as I wish
For without your words hurting my eyes is bliss
I'd rather waste my time
Writing funny or cute rhymes
Then wasting it on this, making me sigh
And probably soon, die.


Penned by my hand on the 24th of Lupar, in the year 464 AF.