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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.
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.
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NOT directed at anyone in particular, just an idea inspired by 
. Except when she did it, she didn't stick to the sonnet form. Original is by Will Shakespeare, of course, I just did a parody on it. Hope you enjoy, and crits and comments are always appreciated!
. Except when she did it, she didn't stick to the sonnet form. Original is by Will Shakespeare, of course, I just did a parody on it. Hope you enjoy, and crits and comments are always appreciated! © 2011 - 2024 tomato-bird
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First of all, I'm glad that there's at least someone out there who has a grasp of iambic pentameter. Reading it out loud, the meter and rhyme is perfectly done.
I like the way this poem dishes out the burns without letting up, assailing that clingy person we all know without mercy. You are also very consistent with the image of summer, which I add to your credit. A sonnet should not be allowed to wander too far from its focus, or else it loses some of its potency. I particularly like the last couplet of the end; it's the silver lining we've been searching for.