This strip caused me to linger for a while, particularly frame 2. Perhaps some of you will understand.

Her little smile after Sonnet 130 ("My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun")

Her little Smile, 'tis nothing like the ones
That dazzle forth from Teevee-Models bright,
But lo, 'tis like a Phaser set on stun,
A Tidal-Wave of innocent Delight.
Indeed her Beauty and her youthful Charms
Are by still other Beauties far surpass'd,
But verily her Smile doth raise Alarms
Lest we be flattened by her Cuteness-Blast.
And best of all, we know whence comes her Joy --
In answer to her gesture (mayhap late)
Our Hero, Piro, e'er the clueless Boy,
Hath found the Courage to reciprocate.
'Tis hard to wait for each new Episode:
'Til then, we have our Sweetness Mother-Lode.

(Apologies to William Shakespeare: beholde the Pow'r of Verse.)

Sonnet 130

My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun,
Coral is far more red, then her lips red,
If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun:
If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head:
I have seen roses damasked, red and white,
But no such roses see I in her cheeks,
And in some perfumes is there more delight,
Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks.
I love to hear her speak, yet well I know,
That music hath a far more pleasing sound:
I grant I never saw a goddess go,
My mistress when she walks treads on the ground.
And yet by heaven I think my love as rare,
As any she belied with false compare.

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