Tuesday, February 8, 2011

Sonnets

SONNET 18

Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer's lease hath all too short a date:
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimm'd;
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance or nature's changing course untrimm'd;
But thy eternal summer shall not fade
Nor lose possession of that fair thou owest;
Nor shall Death brag thou wander'st in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou growest:
So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
So long lives this and this gives life to thee.



Oh to be there when Celts and Lakers reigned
Every player played his best with Larry
The limits of hoop wizardry were strained
Watching Magic with the ball was scary
Worthy and Cooper, Magic and Kareem
Parish, Bird and Ainge, Kevin McHale
The way they dished the rock out was supreme
They played as one and oh the ball would sail
The Lakers won five ships just for some fun
And Larry won three rings for his own team
But taken from the league by ninety-one
Were Magic, Larry and of course Kareem
So Detroit won in nineteen eighty-nine
And so ended the age that was divine

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