Journey Through Genres
|Shall I compare thee to a fluffy cushion?
Thou art not fat but comfortably stuffed.
Rough winds do shake the budweisser,
And oysters hath all too short a date;
Sometime too hot the chicken madras,
And often is my gold complexion spray'd;
And every amex card sometime declines,
By chance or fiscal’s changing course left trimm'd;
But thy internal beauty shall not fade,
Tho lose possession of thou wit,
Nor shall dementia drag thou under,
When laughter lines in time thou grow’st:
So long as I can breathe and my eyes can see,
You'll be my valentine and this gives life to me.