Shall i compare thee to a summers day?

do you spit or swallow ,thou amazon of perfection.

WHEN icicles hang by the wall
And Dick the shepherd blows his nail,
And Tom bears logs into the hall,
And milk comes frozen home in pail;
When blood is nipt, and ways be foul,
Then nightly sings the staring owl
Tu-whoo!
Tu-whit! tu-whoo! A merry note!
While greasy Joan doth keel the pot.

When all around the wind doth blow,
And coughing drowns the parsons saw,
And birds sit brooding in the snow,
And Marians nose looks red and raw;
When roasted crabs hiss in the bowl

it is november after all

But soft, what light through yonder window breaks?
'Tis the east, and Juliet's smuggling peanuts again.

Do thee not post upon the bright screen
oh thee fair maid ,who doth captivate with thy wit and charm
an army of admirers forsooth upon your every whim
you must go seek thy fortune now begun another day
in your golden chariot of many wheels
upon Englands green and pleasant motorway .

Too bright, hot and sticky, with biting things. And thirst.

Shall I compare thee to a summers day?
Or whop it up thee straightaway?