Types: Ping, Sonnet, Humor
Shall I compare thee to a kung-fu flick after Sonnet 18: "Shall I compare thee to a summer's day"

Shall I compare thee to a kung-fu flick?
Thou art more deadly and more passionate:
Rough dudes think thee an ordinary chick,
Then find that thou art all too tough a date!
Sometimes, like now, thy genki-ness doth shine
Whilst Miho's consciousness is cruelly dimmed;
Thou stay'st e'er by her side in her decline,
Thy artifice, in her defence, strong-limbed!
Too, thy eternal cuteness doth deceive,
And troubl'st their possession of their wits,
Ne'er comprehending what they doth receive,
As thou reduceth them to tiny bits.
So long as guys have guns, and hopes be sparse --
So long as thou art juiced, thou kickest arse.

(Apologies to William Shakespeare)

Sonnet 18

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 often is his gold complexion dimmed,
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance, or nature's changing course untrim'd:
But thy eternal Summer shall not fade,
Nor loose possession of that fair thou ow'st,
Nor shall death brag thou wandr'st in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou grow'st,
So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.

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