The Nature of Shrek

A romanticism poem about Shrek

By: Elijah W. Gardy

O how I admire Shrek

So free and loved

Living off the land, doing as he sees fit

No hate is to be found in his heart

O how I adore Shrek so

With his toothy smile

And his big brown eyes, like a child's

His large hands, worn from his work

But manage to be silky smooth still

O how I love Shrek

He is what I can only hope to be

Free and loved