Sonnet One Point Eight

Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? Thou art more miserable and more wet, mate Rough guts do quake my darling's butt in May And shopping cheap gets all too short a date Some guys too hot my eye on heaven sighs And often is your old complexion dimm’d And every hair once fair in time it dies By chance, or nature's changing goes untrimmed But thee infernal scumbag shall more fade And lose possession of faculties and nouse Nor shall death grab thee... Wonder if I prayed Why in eternal lines was tied to you my spouse So long as men can breathe my eyes shall see So long life is, for I gave it to thee Contest: Parody of a famous poem Sponsor: L Milton Hankins A Parody of: Sonnet 18 by William Shakespeare Originally written and posted: 19 January 2019 Written 19 January 2019 Contest