Sonnet Xbox [by Laura Orem]

Shallow compare thee to a summer's day?

Thou are more lovely and more temperature.

You winds do shake the far buds of May,

And summer's lead hath all too shot a day.

Something too jot the eye of he's shines,

And often is his gold complexity SIMM'd.

And every fair from fait some to decal

By chance, or nature's Chang CPU, untranmeled.

But thy être shalt no fade,

Bio Los pods of that fair thou worst;

Eh I eternal lines to to though hoe;

So long as men can breaths, or edge can see,

Ad lib thus, and this gives lug to thee.

Comments

[DL]

And bummer's leave hath all too sport away!