This is called sonnet spaghetti but i'm going to do this poem about cacti

how can one so prickly be so very soft

your flowers are so beautiful they bloom

when i see them my sadness drifts aloft

when i see them, you never make me gloom

when i get pricked i want to run a mile

when the moon comes up the bats like to stick around

the bats like your sweetness they like to stay a while

when the bats stay they will not make a sound

in a while you will grow tall, in time

your pricks are so sharp, some cacti use them for food

i love your beautiful green, you are mine

from your bloom fruit grows, it tastes really good

your paddles have beautiful abstractness 

but for now you're just my simple cactus