Answer:
My kind little girl, you inspire me to write.
How I hate the way you eat, hug, and talk,
Invading my mind day and through the night,
Always dreaming about the helpful clock.
Let me compare you to a pretender?
You are more adult, perfect and famous.
Young frost nips the robins of December,
And wintertime has the writ of mandamus.
How do I hate you? Let me count the ways.
I hate your attitude, style and funny.
Thinking of your occult style fills my days.
My hate for you is the subject sonny.
Now I must away with a renowned heart,
Remember my blind words whilst we're apart.