Your animosity is showing through,
All you do is animadvert me,
I know I am aberrant
But my aberration is in abeyance,
Can you not hide your abhorrence
And abide with me in this abnormal abode,
I know my abortive attempts
To abscond with you have been absurd.
I know I do abrade you with my abrupt absence.
Won’t you absolve me.
Though I have been abominable and abstruse.
I know these abstract words are abysmal,
But as I stand at the abyss
It seems academic anyhow
I notice you are anandous
I turn up ananthous
But will chocolates do?
THE MUDCROW
MAY 13 1999
