I know I shouldn't love you,
I think it's wrong to do...

On a canvas dark the painter begins,
to paint the most glorious of things...

The rustle of leaves fills the air,
They bustle from upon the ground...

People just say things,
without meaning them...

You take me down the street,
Smiling at who we meet...

There was this girl,
it was her that I liked...

I never will understand,
all of this internet slang...

Poor friend are thee to me,
For 'tis as the physician fears...

If they who make sayings say,
Ignorance is really bliss...

Ye fool, ye dog,
What hath thou gone and dug...

My hate for you is grand,
My hate for you is bland...

Realise ye not,
that we think of you rot...