Why I love you, I do not quite know,
Neither do I, the reason why I so crow,
Seeing that I like not at all how you don,
And you're not altogether fair to look upon.
I'm ignorant even as to how your face is like,
Your heart is most uncomely, and you're a tike.
I oft' do think that your mind is wholly ignoble,
And that you lack in dignity, is quite arguable,
You must not, yet, be so angry at my cackling,
I am an imbecile; It should not be so baffling,
Perhaps it's why I'm drawn to you; I do not care,
I love without hope 'n you have none; See? Fair!
I must speak my mind, you see, I could not stop,
Not even if I wanted or that this makes you mop.
My mind is a maze of senseless gross sensations,
You're not any better, not with your aberrations,
You must love me, you see? We're the only hope
The only hope that there is for culls like us to cope