Shall I compare thee to a gamma ray? (With my sincere apologies to Shakespeare)
By missmfa
Shall I compare thee to a gamma ray? Thou art more deadly and more desperate! Surf winds do shake the darling lads of Bay Watch; I'm at ease. Mother too's got a date. Good times! Two hot tequilas, seven wines, And often after this our visions dimm'd, Then coordination sometimes declines, By chance or nature's changing it seem'd. But thy eternal hammer shall not trade, Nor lose possession of that hair thou grow'st, Nor shall Death brag because he'll be long dead. Many eternal fines and dimes thou owest. Tho long ath men can breath, or eyeth can thee, So long this poem is, do you not agree? Written March 1st, 2002 © on Feb 28 2002 06:34 PM PST, Mildred Achoch 10 • 0 • 14
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