Period Fucks – His Words Not Mine
William Shakespeare – Sonnet Number 18
“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 oft’ 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 owest;
Nor shall Death brag thou wanderest in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou growest:
So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.”
While Shakespeare is undoubtedly one of the pillars of English language literature, there are alternate ways to say things:
Darlin’ you’re lookin’ gorgeous tonight.
Any chance of a shag?
I’ll respect you and all that afterwards.
And anyway, we’re neither of us getting any younger,
So how about we get married while you’ll still look fit on the wedding photos
All my mates will be fuckin’ green with envy.
Tags: William Shakespeare, Shakespeare, sonnet 18, Shakespeare sonnets
What I want to know is why there are so few decent poems about fucking. The poets got plenty of it, by all accounts, but prefered to write about sunsets, etc.