Shall I compare you to a summer's day?
You grate like the noise of grass being mowed.
You hurt my eyes more than the sun's rays
and smell worse than drying tar on the road.
You're as annoying as a sunburn on my forehead
or being stung by twenty-six bees,
or when the air conditioner is dead
when the temperature is ninety-eight degrees.
You're like an ice cream cone dropped on the sidewalk
and melting all over the place,
as pleasant as poisonous hemlock
or a mosquito bite on the face.
You're like sweat that makes my jeans stick to my thighs
or drips down from my brow and burns my eyes. - Jeff Barnes
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