Summer's Day
by Walter Spanksphere
Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Thou art more lovely but much less temperate.
Rough hands do spank the darling butts of May,
As your conscience's lease hath all too short a date.
Sometime too hot on thy bottom the palm of Walter shines,
Often his lover's ruddy buttocks are hardly dimm'd,
Whence again into naughtiness fox and rat declines.
By mischief and curiosity that goes untrimm'd,
But thy eternal reddened cheeks shall not fade
Nor lose possession of that fresh spanked glow;
Nor shall any top brag thou wander'st in his shade,
When seldom spared from lines my fox and rat does go.
So long as thy errant will does lead thee astray,
So long must I spank thee to correct your way.