Time you enjoy wasting is not wasted.

by xianjianyue

Shall I Compare Thee To A Fetid Bog?

Shall I Compare Thee To A Fetid Bog?

with apologies to William Shakespeare

Shall I compare thee to a fetid bog?
Thou art more stinky and more horrible.
Foul stench clouds less a stinking swampy slog
Our bathroom is, in short, deplorable.
Sometimes in swamps a breath of fresh air comes
And rustling drives the black corruption out
Our toilets, far from fair, look like the slums,
With peed-on papers clinging tight to grout
Yes, thy eternal stankness shall not fade,
Nor lose possession of our nose and mind.
Who hath the sacred bathroom law betrayed
And left atrocious mess for us to find?
I give you my desperate, final plea
Please clean up the bathroom for Lisa C.

何者かによってmess upされたうちの地下トイレを嘆いて、ルームメイトDan Weaverが詠った詩です。


by xianjianyue | 2005-12-02 08:59