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
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