Odor of June

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Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Thou art more wet and twice as annoying.
The trees that dripped their leaves in May
Speak now of June your perfume cloying.
The crashing thunder portrays your voice
Till birds shall drop from crumpled wings,
As your snores now make my heart rejoice
No more to hear those strident vocal rings.
What once I looked upon as sweet and coy
Your simpering coquettishness at every whim
Was not just only girlish, youthful play
I now perceive at last my god you're dim.
As long as you still take breath, alas
I must survive your chronic problem, gas.

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vrosej10vrosej10almost 15 years ago
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What a hillarious take on Shakespeare. I love it and the bard himself would have approved.

normal jeannormal jeanalmost 15 years ago
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the lady has a sense of humor as well :)

When I first read the title I thought, hmm, the word odor isn't so grand to use in a title but when I read the last line, I laughed aloud. Excellent take on the June challenge,( yes, I read them even though I don't participate.)

enjoyed the read,

~NJ

EroticOrogenyEroticOrogenyalmost 15 years ago
Can't think of a thing to change here

Very humorous, and has ring of truth to it - reality vs fantasy

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