How do I tolerate thee? I know not the ways.
You vex me to my very core, I abhor you,
But would I miss your daily bothers, I adore you.
You stumble into being without grace
Nothing afoot yet fall on your face.
You lumbering oaf, ungainly your stride
Your humour like child, I barely abide.
Though, I accept all of that which annoys
A loose rooted tooth, how cat worries toys
With a patience that could only come late
Indulgent of that which unseemly seems
For little of you is there that I hate
You inhabit, most strange, the man of my dreams.