How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My remote can reach, even out of sight
For it's likely under the beige-gray couch.
I love thee at the level of volume
To hear thee giggle at thy flubs sweetly.
I love thee free, for thy Murrow Award;
I love thee pure, praying thee will earn more.
I love thee with a passion put to use
Wondering what the "Q" rightly stood for.
I love thee with a love I seem to lose
With others — I love thee with the breath and
Smiles of broadcast life! — and, if Ansin choose,
I shall but love thee more after transfer to Orlando.