Ode to Doofenshmirtz
Doofenshmirtz, how you make me smile!
Your cuteness is boundless,
Whether found in your poor posture,
The dark bags under your eyes,
Your crackling, almost pre-pubescence voice,
Your maniacal laughter,
Or in how you mistake Agent P for an everyday platypus when he's without his fedora.
Your evil schemes tickle my darkest humors.
How you hate life's annoyances warms my heart.
Oh Heinz, your stories of Gimmleshtump are priceless.
I wouldn't have cared about your lack of foot coordination.
I wouldn't have left with Huge Hand Hans because it's you who had mad skills.
With each of your "Inators," I grow more fond of your genius mind.
It's you who kept me laughing when the world was pulling me down.
Doofenshmirtz, how lovely you are!
Your cuteness is boundless,
Whether found in your poor posture,
The dark bags under your eyes,
Your crackling, almost pre-pubescence voice,
Your maniacal laughter,
Or in how you mistake Agent P for an everyday platypus when he's without his fedora.
Your evil schemes tickle my darkest humors.
How you hate life's annoyances warms my heart.
Oh Heinz, your stories of Gimmleshtump are priceless.
I wouldn't have cared about your lack of foot coordination.
I wouldn't have left with Huge Hand Hans because it's you who had mad skills.
With each of your "Inators," I grow more fond of your genius mind.
It's you who kept me laughing when the world was pulling me down.
Doofenshmirtz, how lovely you are!