Monthly FlowerA Poem by Reanna WeekleyA sort of satire of Sonnet 18, the first line of the poem is that of Sonnet 18
Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
No I shant, thou art a winter's night! Abhorrent I am in display No monthly flower I am despite The kindly nature of my ways My visage causes you to fright Thou bringest in me much dismay Force me to wallow in my plight Afford me then the leave to say, "Be thou gone then from my sight!" I shall not grant thee leave to stay Be then gone, by moon's dim light! I shouldn't think of thee today I shall not try, with all my might © 2012 Reanna Weekley |
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Added on September 13, 2012 Last Updated on September 13, 2012 Tags: Sonnet 18, Shakespeare Author
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