so this happened.
Hallo, Internet! Today we are to have a hurricane here in sunny old Boston, which has me very excited because it has finally stopped being painfully hot. (I never thought I would be so happy to see the temperature at eighty degrees Fahrenheit.) I was so excited, in fact, that I wrote a sonnet. (I only plagiarised the first line, I swear.)
An Ode To The Incumbent Hurricane
Shall I compare Earl to a summer's day?
Because, y'know, he will arrive on one
and shunt all of its dogged heat away
and with his driving rain block out the sun.
O Earl my longing could the sun outshine
if yearning for a storm emitted light
And soon you and your cool air will be mine
as time (and the Gulf Stream) are on my side.
I know no other way I could survive
the damned heat New England summers hold
while all my friends laugh at my chosen life
You come to me with damp and wind and cold.
I raise my arms, incumbent clouds to grasp --
You think our love is wrong? Then kiss my--
ahem.
An Ode To The Incumbent Hurricane
Shall I compare Earl to a summer's day?
Because, y'know, he will arrive on one
and shunt all of its dogged heat away
and with his driving rain block out the sun.
O Earl my longing could the sun outshine
if yearning for a storm emitted light
And soon you and your cool air will be mine
as time (and the Gulf Stream) are on my side.
I know no other way I could survive
the damned heat New England summers hold
while all my friends laugh at my chosen life
You come to me with damp and wind and cold.
I raise my arms, incumbent clouds to grasp --
You think our love is wrong? Then kiss my--
ahem.