A Happy Birthday Sonnet For Jerry
Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
I think I'd better not because you'll say
'You silly cow, you know I hate the heat.
It makes me cross and grumpy, and I'll beat
The living daylights out of those who sigh
And dream beneath a cloudless summer sky.'
How sad for you, the Aussie eye of heaven
Shines hot and hellish from around eleven.
By three o-clock you're panting in the heat.
This blood summer really has you beat.
Oh what the heck, no matter what you say.
Let's have a drink and celebrate YOUR day.
So long as you can breathe and I can see.
So long we'll share this muse called poetry.