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Kate Stern Poem
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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Kate Stern Poem
The roses are dead
And the violets are too
Happy Valentine's.
My cold empty heart
Is but a barren wasteland
No more room for you.
Goodbye my lover
But perhaps we'll meet again
In a dream some day
Copyright © Kate Stern | Year Posted 2012
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Kate Stern Poem
I’d like to start with spring rolls,
Then a drop of wine,
Perhaps some cheese and crackers,
Or fresh grapes, straight from the vine.
Fresh bread would be nice,
Or perchance a bowl of chips.
Let’s not forget the guacamole
Into which the chips will dip.
Tomato soup, hot and thick,
And then a pasta dish.
Pizza, my favorite, (margherita please,)
Followed by meat or fish.
For dessert we’ll have gelato,
Or luscious berry pie.
I can’t decide which flavor
I would most like to try.
It’s amazing how there are so many
Wonderful things to eat.
Every meal, you take me on a journey
With new flavors to meet.
Copyright © Kate Stern | Year Posted 2012
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