|Medical TMI and Sonnet 18
||[Jun. 20th, 2009|11:42 am]
Clearly I'm not at my peak -- I've given up after only four lines, and Julia says I haven't really captured Shakespeare's subtlety of meaning.|
But here's the first four lines of a parody of Shakespeare's Sonnet 18.
Shall I compare me to a winter's squall?
I am more turbid, more inclined to spray:
Rough winds do shake the bathroom's floor and wall,
And blast the fragile porcelain away;
Perhaps I'll revisit this and write a little more when I'm feeling better.