How Do I Love Thee RE, with apologies to Elizabeth Barrett Browning

My Poem to my Cookie, Random Esquire …

How do I love thee?  Let me count the ways.

I love thee for thy wisdom, an insight like no other
A point of view to cherish, you’re almost like my mother

I love thee for thy wit, the sarcasm I enjoy
Laughter always to follow, rolling eyes and saying “Oy!”

It is Little Filthy and I, that pug that you hold dear,
Yes we know the unseen,
You are a big softie, and oh ho ho, not so mean.

I love thee purely, for your love of breasts
always on the lookout, for the best of chests

My foot can reach, when feeling somewhat moody,
To kick that ass, (a smart one at that!) right in the patootie.

I love thee for thy mouth, always ready to eat,
even if it is usually some form of red meat

It is for you My Cookie, that I write these rhymes,
you mean the world to me, and found me just in time

It is for you My Cookie, that I continue this verse,
Even when most days, I want to slug you with my purse

And it is for you My Cookie, my motorboating friend,
that I intend,
From the here and now, to forever more offend.