Shakessnarfle!

I went to Ashland, Oregon! It is the land of Shakespeare! It put me in the mood to write a sonnet!

Willie's Sonnet #18

Shall I compare me to a summer's hay?
I shall because I am quite temperate.
Rough winds to chase the pesky bugs away
And Willie's leash hath all to short a gait.
Sometimes too hot the sun above me shines
And often the shade is too early dimm'd
And every bear from bear we must decline
Though gainst my nature, so we aren't unlimb'd.
But my eternal summer shall not fade
Nor lose the memory of the camps I know'st.
Nor shall my spirit wanderest from this shade
Een in eternal lines to time I grow'st.
So long as dogs can breath or eyes can see,
So long this lives, and this gives life to snarfle!