Monthly Flower

Monthly Flower

A Poem by Reanna Weekley
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A sort of satire of Sonnet 18, the first line of the poem is that of Sonnet 18

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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