Day 6 of NaPoWriMo.
My poem
An attempt at braggadocio.
No chance
I petal to the metal, I'm the first — you can't contest Even if you flip a coin, you'll never get ahead
Featured poem
A classic poem by Big Willie.
Sonnet 18
by William Shakespeare
Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate: Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, And summer's lease hath all too short a date: Sometimes hot the eye of heaven shines, And often is his gold complexion dimm'd; And every fair from fair sometime declines, By chance or nature's chaning course untrimm'd; But thy eternal summer shall not fade Nor lose possession of that fair thou owest; Nor shall Death brag though wander'st in his shade, When in eternal lines to time thou growest: So long as men can breathe or eyes can see, So long lives this and this gives life to thee.