Dueling Sonnets

Way Off Bass offers a Shakespearean sonnet to explain John Kerry.

I offer him this one in return. It's from Kerry's lunatic liberal supporters -- particularly those in the media -- to the object of their disappointed love:

Sonnet 147:

My love is as a fever, longing still
For that which longer nurseth the disease;
Feeding on that which doth preserve the ill,
The uncertain sickly appetite to please.
My reason, the physician to my love,
Angry that his prescriptions are not kept,
Hath left me, and I desperate now approve,
Desire his death, which physic did expect.
Past cure I am, now reason is past care,
And frantic-mad with evermore unrest;
My thoughts and my discourse as madmen's are,
At random from the truth vainly express'd;

For I have sworn thee fair, and thought thee bright,
Who art as black as hell, as dark as night.

Okay, maybe that closing couplet is a little over the top, but that's Shakespeare, you know.

posted by Ace at 05:22 PM

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