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Sonnet 18 Paraphrase

Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? Shall I compare thee to a bad day

Thou art more lovely and more temperate: Thou art more ugly and more rude

Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, Rough winds do shake the darling pile of hay

And summer's lease hath all too short a date: And summers lease hath all too short a mood

Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines, Sometime too hot the eye of hells lady

And often is his gold complexion dimm'd; And often is his gold complexion anger

And every fair from fair sometime declines, And every fair sometime hades

By chance, or nature's changing course, untrimm'd; By chance, or nature changing course, hanger

But thy eternal summer shall not fade But thy eternal summer shall soon fade

Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow'st; Nor lose possession of that fair shade

Nor shall Death brag thou wander'st in his shade,

Nor shall death brag though balling skills

When in eternal lines to time thou grow'st;

When in eternal lines to time falling

So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,

So long as me can breathe or see

So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.

So long lives these balling skills breathe

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 Sonnet 18
By: William Shakespeare

A parody is a style of comedy that mocks a subject through imitation. Today you will be writing a parody of
Shakespeares Sonnet 18! Be appropriate.

Your sonnet must be 14 lines long (3 quatrains and a couplet) with the following rhyme scheme ABAB CDCD
EFEF GG. Challenge: If you are up for a challenge, write your parody in iambic pentameter (10 syllables per
line)!

Example:

PhotoDharma! Sonnet #18

Shall I compare thee to a bale of hay? (A)

Thou art more dusty and far less neat. (B)
Rough winds do toss thy mop about, Id say, (A)
Which looks far worse than hay a horse would eat. (B)
Sometime thy squinty eye looks into mine (C)
Through stringy, greasy hair that needs be trimmd, (D)
And neer a horse had such a stench as thine, (C)
As though in stagnant sewers thou hast swimmd. (D)
Thy disgusting image shall not fade; (E)
This my tortured mind and soul doth know. (F)
O, I should love to hit thee with a spade; (E)
And with that blow I hope that thou wouldst go. (F)
So long as I can breathe, my eyes can see, (G)
And I can run, Ill stay away from thee. (G)