|Me wooking fowlown wifout |
My sweet Dinnermintz caws me her Womeo, so I wood wikes to
|I wood sing yooo sonnets fwum bewow|
youw bawconee my Dinnermintz.
Forswear it, site!
For I ne'er saw twoo boooty
tilw wast Turrzday.
Thou art mow wuvwee and mow tempawit:
Wuff winds do shake the dawling buds of May,
And summaw's wease hath alw too showt a date:
Sometime too hot da eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gowd compwekshun dimm'd;
And every faiw from faiw sometime declines,
By chance or natchuwe's changing course untwimm'd;
But dy etawnal summaw shalw not fade
No wose possesshun of that faiw dou owest;
No shalw Death bwag dou wander'st in his shade,
When in etawnal lines to time dou growest:
So wong as kittees can breathe or catseyes can see,
So wong lives dis, and dis gives life to dee Dinnermintz
|Me sunbading in da gawden dweeming|
of my sweet Dinnermintz. See da aviary
in da back furr endwess birdies
The medow is far wess emerwold than her stunning stare;
If snow be white, why den her tootsies are purwew;
If hairs be wires, da softest furr gwows on her body.
I have seen woses damask’d, oweng and white,
But mow bootifow woses see I in her cheeks;
And in alw pawfumes is dere wess dewite
Den in the sweet bweath of Dinnermintz.
I'd wuv to hear her speak, yet well I know
Dat her meow wilw be a much pweezing sound;
I grant I never saw a goddess go;
Untiw I saw my mistress in her gawden gwound:
And yet, by heaven, I tink my wuv mow gwand
As any to be fownd acwoss da wand.
|Me giving sexee wion wook furr my Dinnermintz!|
Good nite, good nite! Pawting is such sweet sowwow,
Dat I shall say good nite till it be mowwow. Meow, Meow