Shall I compare thee to a Summers Macaroni?
Thou art more lovely and temperate: then a piece of macaroni.
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of macaroni,
And macaroni's lease hath all to short a macaroni.
Sometimes you're too hot; you goddamn piece of macaroni you,
And 'oft of the golden complexion of your lovely skin.
And every fare from fare sometime declines, your spectacular essence upon my thighs.
But thy eternal macaroni shall not fade, nor loose the possession of that fare thou smell.
When in eternal macaroni to time thou growest:
So long as men can breath, and eyes can see...
You, my macaroni, will always be special to me. <3
