Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Thou art more lovely, and more temperate.
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of may -
They've also blown away the garden gate.
Now all can see thou art not seemly dressed;
Uncovered are thy head, thy arms, thy feet.
And lo! the whole of one pert rosy breast
Is visible to all in yonder street.
What kind of lass lies down half-dressed, and poses
Beside the fountain, within sight of men?
Does thou, dear, think that thou art hid by roses?
In that case, p'raps thou shouldest think again.
I ask again, what kind of lass thou art?
But must conclude my lady is - a tart.
(With thanks to Tess at Magpie Tales for the picture)
Just brilliant.
ReplyDeleteI wish I could write like this.
It's not exactly a useful skill, Adrian. But you're very kind.
DeleteSo it was you who wrote those sonnets. I thought they sounded familiar.
ReplyDeleteYep,. Not bad, are they?
Delete"They've also blown away the garden gate."
ReplyDeleteWe've had winds like this!
I posed for art classes a few times. I felt anything but sexy doing it. I wasn't embarrassed, but I sure was bored after the first five minutes in the same pose!
My creation is here.
http://dothedead.wordpress.com/2014/06/23/a-sweet-surprise/
Thanks for the comment, Carrie. I'll check yours out.
DeleteThis just so delightful ...
ReplyDeleteThank you, Helen!
DeleteThe Bard discusses the Bared! Brilliant.
ReplyDeleteThank you, kind sir.
DeleteAh........I was waiting on that bit of humour! Really enjoyed this.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Helena!
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ReplyDeleteLOVE IT.
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ReplyDeleteOh so funny - a bit like mine this week.
ReplyDeleteLoved the way you concluded she was a tart!! LOL