Shall I Compare Thee To a Summers Day
Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?
Thou art more annoying than a buzzing mosquito.
Rough winds do radiate from your way,
And your face is red as a ripe tomato.
Sometimes too bright your sweaty skin doth shine
And often is my fair vision dimmed
By the sight of your face, in decline,
And your thighs, needing to be slimmed.
But thy eternal summer shall not fade
When will you pay the money that thou ows’t?
Thy personality cuts me like a blade
When in eternal lines to time thou wrinkles grow’st,
So long as men can breathe and eyes can see,
So long lives this: thou shalt remain ugly.
Copyright © Kate Stern | Year Posted 2012
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