Showing posts with label bad poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label bad poetry. Show all posts

Monday, April 29, 2013

Patchy

Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? Why not? Shall I compare thee to a spring day? Or a winter's night? You are all these. And throughout you are my autumn afternoon. Bright. Breezy. Warm. Promising. Relaxed. Blessed.