Shall I compare thee to a piece of toast?
Thou art more scrumptious and delectable:
Unevenly the elements may glow’st,
And sticking levers are detestable:
Sometimes too long the slice of bread doth roast,
And seldom do the crumbs not make a mess;
And often it is much too sweet for most,
If one should drizzle honey in excess;
But thy eternal warmth shall never cool,
Nor shall thee lose thy lovely golden hue;
And I’ll rejoice that fate hath not been cruel,
Each morning on beholding thee anew;
On this perception all the world agrees,
That no delicious bread’s divine as thee.
Thou art more scrumptious and delectable:
Unevenly the elements may glow’st,
And sticking levers are detestable:
Sometimes too long the slice of bread doth roast,
And seldom do the crumbs not make a mess;
And often it is much too sweet for most,
If one should drizzle honey in excess;
But thy eternal warmth shall never cool,
Nor shall thee lose thy lovely golden hue;
And I’ll rejoice that fate hath not been cruel,
Each morning on beholding thee anew;
On this perception all the world agrees,
That no delicious bread’s divine as thee.
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