[Spoken by a woman...]
Shall I compare me to a Summers' fray?
Frau's art's as lovely, you distemperate -- !
Rough times did shake Larry's duds of Lay,
And Summers' piece had all too short a fate.
Sometime too hot the eye of Woman shined,
And often was his golden Ego dimmed;
And every time, petard from hard declined,
A glance, and Summers' pride went thus untrimmed;
But the infernal Summers shall not fade,
Nor lose possession of that to him ow'st,
For shall breath not pass before think-tank aid
Will make eternal those lines he sowest.
So long as men lust for misogyny,
So long lasts Summers, his fall nowhere be.
Shall I compare me to a Summers' fray?
Frau's art's as lovely, you distemperate -- !
Rough times did shake Larry's duds of Lay,
And Summers' piece had all too short a fate.
Sometime too hot the eye of Woman shined,
And often was his golden Ego dimmed;
And every time, petard from hard declined,
A glance, and Summers' pride went thus untrimmed;
But the infernal Summers shall not fade,
Nor lose possession of that to him ow'st,
For shall breath not pass before think-tank aid
Will make eternal those lines he sowest.
So long as men lust for misogyny,
So long lasts Summers, his fall nowhere be.