Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?
Thou art as sticky and as hot.
The flies doth buzz around thee just as much.
And, thou reeketh, verily!
Truly, thou precence is a stifling one.

Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?
Though hast the same cloying air,
and the sweat doth drench the brows of those you meet.
Yon stench doth choke us all-
and after a day spent with thee,
I am exhausted.

Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?
I think I shall, you little shit,
Once thou were the spring, refreshing and new,
but now thou art the stifling summer,
and I am ready for fall.