Ode To Chalk

My feathered chalk, you inspire me to write.
How I love the way you cook, trot and hunt,
Invading my mind day and through the night,
Always dreaming about the gorgeous pundt.

Let me compare you to a blazing mill?
You are more leathered, passionate and grey.
Light rains flood the white fields of April,
And the springtime has the amazing tray.

How do I love you? Let me count the ways.
I love your horrible arms, eyes and toe.
Thinking of your weathered eyes fills my days.
My love for you is the lovely torso.

Now I must away with an awesome heart,
Remember my gray words whilst we're apart.