The odom of the baboons ass

My baboons Ass, you inspire me to write.

I hate the way you destroy, slap and smash,

Invading my mind day and through the night,

Always dreaming about the cute jordache.

Let me compare you to a small cherry?

You are more cheerful, nocturnal and bold.

Ice bites the debris of February,

And wintertime has the immortal mould.

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

I hate your mortal red, round and juicy.

Thinking of your fearful round fills my days.

My hate for you is the gold perusse.

Now I must away with a tearful heart,

Remember my cold words whilst we're apart.