Poem — Shall I compare thee to midsummer's day rose?

Shall I compare thee to midsummer's day rose?
Not if you want to keep your nose.

Shall I compare thee to the shimmer of the moon?
Fuck off, I ain’t no moon.

Shall I compare thee to a shrivelled shroo?
Not if you don’t want to meet my boot.

Then what are you, do pray tell?
None of your business, that's what.
Now go away.