Friday, 11 February 2011

An Answer to Sonnet XVIII

Why compare to summer's storm
Of humid heat and sudden rains
When darling bud goes flat and warm
And stench is leased from city drains
The yellow eye burns ozone layers
This sunburn's giving me the ache
A cooling wind blows through our prayers
"She don't suit shorts for heaven's sake"
Will these clammy days not fade
Or showers drown and wash away
I cower hopeless in the shade
While most put flesh out on display
And though my passion burns like fire
You don't compare to summer's ire

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