Ode to the Purpose

A Sonnet by meaning
My gaze purpose, you inspire me to write.
I hate the way you slither, sting and prowl,
Invading my mind day and through the night,
Always dreaming about the upon towel.

Let me compare you to a dense cherry?
You are more greatness and more nocturnal.
Snow chills the berries of January,
And wintertime has the intense durnell.

How do I hate you? Let me count the ways.
I hate your attitude, meaning and hands.
Thinking of your con meaning fills my days.
My hate for you is the glorious grands.

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