(Inspired by William Shakespeare)

Thy eyes shimmer as softly as elegant snowflakes dropping from the heavens above.
Thy fingers dance merrily among the snowdrops, as thy summer petals wither away.
Rough winds do shake the dying buds of December.
As the moonlight shines upon thou ow’st aureate skin.
Glowing like thy fire ball floating around us.
Guiding warmth and comfort to our dwelling.
But thy also stank of the wretched egg salad,
So then I shall leave you
To eat your kale and gluten-free burrito.