Shall I compare thee to an Andover day?
Thou art more dreary and effortful.
Harsh snow does fall even in May,
And you take me from my happy lull.
Since you left me, I’ve felt free,
I do not want you in my sight.
I find it hard to desire thee.
But, darling, we aren’t here to fight.
I am here to ask you, my revolting one,
Will you be mine for this special time?
So, even if from your stench I often run,
I want this to work and hear the bells chime.
Just kidding! I am very glad we broke up,
And you no longer drink from my cup.
