I Think I Shall

Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? Thou art as sticky and as hot. The flies doth buzz around thee just as much. And, thou reeketh, verily! Truly, thou precence is a stifling one.

Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? Though hast the same cloying air, and the sweat doth drench the brows of those you meet. Yon stench doth choke us all- and after a day spent with thee, I am exhausted.

Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? I think I shall, you little shit, Once thou were the spring, refreshing and new, but now thou art the stifling summer, and I am ready for fall.