Oh Dear Big Foot

My strange Big Foot, you inspire me to write.

How I hate the way you look, prowl and hide,

Invading my mind day and through the night,

Always dreaming about the hairy slide.

Let me compare you to a weird crowbar?

You are more scary and mysterious

Large storms whip the twiglets of October,

And autumntime has the quaint nereis.

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

I hate your gigantic Feet, hands and face.

Thinking of your antic hands fills my days.

My hate for you is the organic brace.

Now I must away with a frantic heart,

Remember my deep words whilst we're apart.