by Gideon Burton
after Shakespeare's Sonnet #18
Shall I compare thee to a manta ray?
You are less slimy, more affectionate.
The manta sucks salt water all the day
to siphon plankton from the waters temperate;
while you upon a straw make dainty sips.
The manta stretches twenty feet across;
your girly girth is slender in the hips.
He has a stinger; you? I'm at a loss.
But if by some dark trick of radiation
you are transmogrified into a fish,
I'd still feel flush with maritime elation:
to swim with you would be my fondest wish.
So long as sharks can swim or algae breed
So long I'd paddle after you with glee.
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