Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
You're like the sunburn I got at the beach.
Which stings and smarts but will not go away
Worse than mosquito bites just out of reach.
On August mornings sun gets in my eyes
I feel the same whenever you I see
Embarrassed by your childish tricks and lies
You're like the swimsuit that's too old for me.
In raging summer heat I feel quite dead
Worse still are sticky car seats that are hot
Yet when I hear those maxims that you've said
I must say they are false and foolish rot.
But while I groan to think of our first meeting
I know a summer day is short and fleeting.