"If I Compared You To A Sweaty Sock" (Love Poem)

youtube ^ | 4/23/09 | mt

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If I compared you to a sweaty sock

The one that helps to win a marathon

If I compared you to a dull, flat rock

The one to build my hopes and dreams upon

If I compared you to a little bug

The honey bee who makes my mornings sweet

If I compared you to a broken jug

The buried, priceless treasure 'neath my feet

If I compared you to a black rain cloud

The one that saves my life and ends a drought

If I compared you to a noise so loud

The sound of angels' trumpets soothing doubt

Because you live and breathe upon this Earth

I find more things around me that have worth.

[Lonesome in Massachussets]

Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate.
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer's lease hath all too short a date.
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimm'd;
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance or nature's changing course untrimm'd;
But thy eternal summer shall not fade
Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow'st;
Nor shall Death brag thou wander'st in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou grow'st:
So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.

[grey_whiskers]

Obama's Eyes are Nothing Like The Sun

Obama's eyes are nothing like the sun;
Karl is just as red as his lips' red;
His mom is white, why then he's a black man's son;
If hairs be wires, grey wires grow on his head.
I have seen Ayers unmasked, red and white,
As thorns on the roses in the stimulus he seeks;
And in some perfumes is there more delight
Than the cigarette breath that from the Messiah reeks.
I love to hear him speak, yet well I know
He'll talk our economy into the ground;
I grant I never saw a goddess go
but Sarah Palin, yet he falls far short of her;
And yet, by heaven, we're told he is as rare
As Reagan, who is belied with false compare!

[mft112345]

Clearly, written with that in mind.

Three differences: Shakespeare wrote his love sonnets to a man, had real talent, and didn’t read the poem to hip hop background music.