Shakespeare's Sister Moon
Shall I compare you to a city street?
You are more lively, vibrant, brilliant.
Shall I compare you to a piece of meat?
Your words are far more filling masticant.
Shall I compare you to the sun so bright?
Your wisdom glows and glitters beyond age,
Dazzling and inspiring, day and night.
How deft your fingers dance across each page.
From humble youth your reputation grows,
Despite pub trials, graphic and gory.
Nor shall Rob-Publisher sink you in woes
Without compensation to your glory.
So long as blogosphere exists and thrives,
So long shall none compare to your cool jives.
Tuesday, January 29, 2008
Sonnet by Precie
Good morning!! Start it off with this fabulous sonnet by Precie. Bonus points awarded for Shakespearian mimicry.