Oh I love to hate,
although it is a load of freight
every time I communicate.
It is my pleasure to abhor,
for it is a hobby I'll never bore.
Yet it becomes a slight chore
to constantly roar.
I posess a will to slander,
because I just have to claim it's candor.
Believe me, there's nothing grander
Than a dose of verbal oleander.
But now I regret this stormy weather.
So, I think I shall endeavor
to try something else altogether.
How hard could it be to learn to treasure?