Sommat 1

Should a bard compare me to
a Summer's day,..?..
I might have but more to shake than
darling buds of May..
I darest cast a clout if he should try..
The eye of Heaven will shine in his eye..
Rather, an evening in the chill say 
where confetti snow falling on virgin drifts in blue ice grey.. and I shall have a sharp silhouette.. where death shall brag himself into debt..(I shall not wanderest ever in his shade, I have in earnest another  fake account made..) for as long as men have eyes and twitter twits can see..
I will fight for a better comparison of me..

(work in progress)