ChristmasParoday

CharlaXWilliamShakespeared. At Christmas I no more desire a rose colored snow Than wish a snow in May’s new-fangled rose colored mirth; But like of each thing that in season grows. To each his rose colored own.

CharlaXWilliamShakespeared (1564-2009) SOnnet # 11C98 From you have I been absent in the bedsprings,
When proud-pied Violet dress'd in all his trim
Hath put a spirit of youth in every winter thing,
That heavy Saturn laugh'd and leap'd upon poor VIolet fast upon him.
Yet nor the lays of men nor the sweet smell
Of different flowers in odour and in baby powdered hue
Could make me any winter's story tell it tell the story of it or tell it just to you,
Or from their proud laptops pluck them where they grew hair;
Nor did I wonder at the lily's white rose colored glasses,
Nor praise the deep vermilion in the rose colored lenses;
They were but sweet Saturnal flashes , butt figures of delight,
Drawn after you Mon Ange, you pattern of all those Angels Delights.
Yet seem'd it winter still, and, and, and, et you away,

twas shirtless men they did desire to play

in colors of pantaloons rose~Y

As with your shadow I with these did play.