Posted by Bright Girl on Saturday, 27 June 1998, at 4:10 p.m.
My apologies to William Shakespeare again. Yer sonnets are so good not to parody.
Shall I compare thee to a summers day?
Thou art as HOT but surely more YUMMY to stare AT.
Rough hands do caress like thy HEATED gaze,
And thy growls and grunts repulse me NOT.
Sometime too bright thy eyes glint with evil,
And often thy fingers are lickin' greased;
Yet every fair Bootlicker are groveling still.
For thy Leather is hand-washed, it shall not fade,
Nor lose possession of that grimy build.
Nor shall thy passion can be caged,
Hear our hearts, the beatings have stilled:
So long as we can merry jig and polka,
So long lives Kronos, and Kronos gives life to us!