Nobody's Poetaster
poetical musings
Wednesday, July 13, 2016
Sonnet 18 Modified
Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Are you serious?
It's hot. Damn hot.
Crotch pot cooking hot.
Maybe I'd better wait till autumn.
P.S. My apologies to Billy Shakespeare and
Robin Williams' Good Morning Vietnam.
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