My conversation with Todd Troxell on the word "compare" got me thinking about Wm. Shakespeare’s Sonnet 18. It’s hardly iambic pentameter but here’s what I came up with:
Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?
You’re HOT.
rebel with rather too many causes
My conversation with Todd Troxell on the word "compare" got me thinking about Wm. Shakespeare’s Sonnet 18. It’s hardly iambic pentameter but here’s what I came up with:
Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?
You’re HOT.