Shall I Compare Thee

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Shall I compare thee to a Range Rover
With four wheel drive to run swift as the breeze.
Can I dream of thee clothed silver over
With deep throttled voice roaring Lionese?

Sometime cruising along the ribbon road
Others bumping over the rocky scree;
Springs bouncing, sturdily taking the load
Engine purring joyfully, to be free.

Yet thy love mine heart, if it be mine true
Would ride upon your beige leather seating,
In warmth and joy through life’s journey with you.
Coveting your luxurious heating.

As my hands caress your many features
I fain possess the fairest of creatures.