Ode to the Lorry

My round lorry, you inspire me to write.
How I love the way you eat, look and sneer,
Invading my mind day and through the night,
Always dreaming about the secret kir.

Let me compare you to a sound sawdust?
You are more giant, exciting and plump.
Big heat toasts the large frolics of August,
And summertime has the compliant crump.

How do I love you? Let me count the ways.
I love your great feet, thumb and eyelashes.
Thinking of your heavy thumb fills my days.
My love for you is the fat backslashes.

Now I must away with a silly heart,
Remember my high words whilst we're apart.

Reviews

[Davidgeo]

Lorry is a human form of cancer.

I can't lie though, it does entertain me.