Great Grater
A grate is great for grating,

It cuts my cheese in squares.

I pair it with pared pear.

I’d like to share it; but where?

I’ll coast to the coast and row to the road,

a present at present in hand.

Though I wore a worn waistcoat,

She kindly waives I kind of wave my hand.

I write a right-lovely love song...

Romantic versus fight versus the moon.

Then eyeing those eyes I let out a sigh.

My eyes mist as I missed for so long.