Shall I Compare Thee To A Summer Buy 2 ?

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 Shall I compare thee to a summer buy ?
Thou art more gifted and more rare.
Tough games do come so fast and seasons fly,
And summer’s break so short doth seem each year.

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 Sometimes so bright that long sought trophy shines,
And often is our domination pressed ;
And every player’s peak at times declines,
By football’s ever growing games and test ;

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 But though thy season never seems to end
Nor lessens pace at any time I fear ;
Nor shall its end make others warn of yours,
When with each game thou doest improve so here.

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 So long as fans can cheer and pay to see
So long this game lives on and giveth joy to you and me.



This is the new up-dated version for a new season , following a short pre-season of last minute summer buys.. (and a World Cup I think too..where we there?). Using Will’s sonnet 12 line format: every other line rhyming and the last two rhyming, I have also kept the first word of each line true to the original . It’s also the only poem I can recall ,in which I’ve ever used punctuation and capital letters apart from names and the odd dash ..I think? .That’s e e cummings fault (‘the patron saint of lower case’) and early Liverpool Poets of the sixties .

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/shall-i-compare-thee-to-a-summer-buy-2/