Shall I?

Compare thee to a summer’s day, you say?

Thou art more scorching and more tedious.

And thou dost dread the question, should I stay?

Oh you’ll be fine, you are gregarious,

After all.

We had such fun, you sparkled summer’s light.

I think I shall compare thee to the string,

Once lit, the powder keg is set alight

So why are you are a fickle, fleeting thing?

That is why.

This inconsistency will last awhile.

And this is why it is that you cannot,

Last, that is. You use too many words,

And trip up love in flattery, I thought.

Oh please remember for the next dunce,

That fireworks can only burn once.