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Click hereShall I compare thee to a summers day?
Nah!
No offense my love,
But to compare your cheesy smile,
To the delicate morning rosebud petal,
Beside a shimmering lake would be a bit much.
Besides, roses give you hay fever.
Shall I compare thee to a summers day?
Hardly!
I think you'd agree my sweet,
That to compare your long legged amble,
To the nimble strolling of a noble dear,
In a field of Mayflowers would be laughable.
But it doesn't stop me smiling when you walk towards me.
Shall I compare thee to a summers day?
Why?
It is probable my dear,
That I could pen one thousand verses in a day,
Comparing your crinkling blue eyes,
To that of the rising tide at dawn.
But honestly,
I think I'd rather spend that day with you.
Besides, you'd probably think they were stupid.
You are on the footsteps of a most honorable tradition, namely - poking fun at lofty romantic imagery. The Bard's should be the first in line with "My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun". As long as the beloved understand that we poke fun at the poems, not at them...