Word exercises 3

Shall I compare thee to a summer's day...


Shall I compare thee to a dumpster can?
Thou art more grungy and not as fair:
Rough hands like sand have thee the color of tan;
Vile creatures lay in the depths of thou hair.

Everytime thou look at I my heart quakens
And my soul is weak puddled water
Yes with deep horror my heart shakens
By chance or purpose will'na I falter

In my mission supreme, to hate you
And all principles thou heart does hold dearest
Even in death will I not subcomest to thou will
Even the heaves fall to earth I confess

So long as I can breathe sleep eat or see
I shall not give, and I shall not marry thee.