A Summer’s Day At The Playground
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 oft’ 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 wanderest 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.
– William Shakespeare – Sonnet #18
(pretentious much?)
June 14th, 2006 at 2:20
Was a sunny day
Not a cloud was in the sky
Not a negative word was heard
From the people passing by
’twas a sunny day
All the birdies in the trees
And the radio’s singing song
All the favorite melodies
Chorus from: “Was a Sunny Day” by Paul Simon
(There are many levels of you, Farmer Plume! Shakespeare & goats!)
June 14th, 2006 at 3:49
William Shakesplume!
June 14th, 2006 at 10:11
Deb – I am a complicated guy, hehe!
Katherine – To Plume or not to Plume! Maybe I’m a descendant of Hamlet. Royal blood in these veins. To sleep perchance to dream. Alas poor Plumick. Etceteplume.
June 14th, 2006 at 10:39
I told you, that’s about trying to convince a beautiful man to have kids so his beauty can live on.
June 14th, 2006 at 10:52
Clare – No, it’s about my playground! Don’t pee on my parade!