I showed up at an inconvenient time
When you had stuff to do -- important stuff!
And now I write this inconvenient rhyme
Of love for you. Haven't you had enough?
I send it to your office email -- yikes!
Someone might know that you are loved so deep,
That someone wants to see you -- jeezy crikes!
Like overnight! Like lovers! What a creep!
And plus I fart, and interrupt your jokes,
I sweat when I am with you sometimes -- ick!
When we make love, into your sheets it soaks
And ruins them! It ought to make you sick!
And look at this! This poem is a rant!
You're better off trading me for a plant.