Shall I compare thee to a lump of clay <br />Thou art more stupid and more ignorant <br />Tough skin do shape your hollow cheeks of grey <br />And mummer's grease no youth shall grant <br />Sometimes too hard the marly earth is found <br />And often is its pores clogged up with soil <br />And every ball slumps to a shapeless mound <br />By fire or raw upon the wheel to spoil <br />But thy lumpen corporation always full of rot <br />More useless than a simple clod of earth <br />From mum's best china to a chamber pot <br />Will eternally outlast you and your lack of worth <br />So I long for you to die and turn to clay, <br />So sooner you'll be useful in another way.<br /><br />Peter (Prof) Fox<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/shall-i-compare-thee-to-a-lump-of-clay/
