Pointy Sticks With Hats
Shall I compare thee to an Autumn's day?
The fairness of thy countenance beguiles
The way thy dandruff falls like leaves just riles
As does thy mixture of meters and styles
Alack and alas! Oh eheu! Wellaway!
Shall I compare thee to a picket fence?
Thou art more whitewashed and more pointed
Thy gate won't open at the time appointed
At least thy hinge is double-jointed
But thou art just as dense
Shall I compare thee to a garden hose?
Thou art greener and more waterlogged
Thy spray doth leave the air both damp and fogged
A tendency toward wetness thou hast jogged
Any kink can halt they flows
Shall I compare thee to a boiled egg?
Thou explodeth in the microwave
Smooth thou art and never need a shave
Cracking under pressure, yet still brave
Exonerated by the Hague
Shall I compare thee to a cup of tea?
Warm thou seem, though there's a bag deep down
And in your sweet infusion it doth drown
Repelling chill with creamy shades of brown
Drank too much, now I gotta pee
Shall I compare thee to a forest fire?
Thou dost burn destructively and hot
Thy breath leaves behind a vacant lot
Most would hope you soon would be forgot
Thou are suited best to a funeral pyre
Shall I compare thee to an ancient knight?
Thy loins are armored and I can't get through
Aha! Use the can-opener is what I'll do
Oops - I think this part has a left-hand screw
I can't go that way, try as I might
Shall I compare thee to a piece of cheese?
Thou art Swiss and full of holes
Limp and docile between my whole wheat rolls
I am allergic, thou makest me wheeze.
Contributors: | Ethetran, Grayman, Dassn't Say, Karin, Kevin Andrew Murphy, F, Kansas Sam, Irene Adler, Beefless, Padfoot, Anon., Olethros. |
Poem finished: | 30th October 2003 by Anon.. |