Salutations! I hope you had a totally radical week. So you guys remember the other day I talked about the best face painter ever? WELL, my mom knows the company name. (She is just observant like that) Here is a link to her Facebook page:
Out of The Box Painting
The siblings slept in this morning so I got to watch The Flash. (The TV show, not my friend.) That was pretty awesome. I have been watching it for like two months and I am only on episode nine...Also this morning I decided to wear my VBS shirt. So did my dad. We are so cool. (Other teens be like EW.) I lost my train of thought. Hold on just a second. 💠Wow, I am looking at that emoticon that is supposed to be a thought bubble and thinking that it looks more like flatulence... *laughs awkwardly*
The other day, my dad asked me for a happy Birdcrab. So I drew one. (He said he is going to make that his new tattoo, how cool would that be???) Unfortunately it gone torn in half by mom for a grocery list so I cannot show you right now; but it inspired me to write a story about Jeremy the Happy Birdcrab. (That is the title.) Hopefully it will be good. If I have any volunteers for illustrations, that would be great because I am no artist... (Okay actually I work better with 3-D art and written art, but most people can draw better than me.) I will have to show you guys my head and my face that I made. (Not now, they are upstairs and I am downstairs, way too lazy to get a picture right now.) So today is #2's birthday! I think she is like 14...? I totally forgot about it even though I was told several times yesterday.
I think I should get her a bedazzled dictionary. (She will hate me for it, but in the long run it might behoove her.) Plus it's bedazzled. Can't go wrong, right? Okay now it is Sonnet time! Yesterday I lied, I didn't reread Sonnet six until this morning. My apologies. I am going to do it a little bit differently today, so bear with me.
Then let not winter's ragged hand deface,
In thee thy summer ere thou be distilled:
Make sweet some vial; treasure thou some place,
With beauty's treasure ere it be self-killed:
That use is not forbidden usury,
Which happies those that pay the willing loan;
That's for thy self to breed another thee,
Or ten times happier be it ten for one,
Ten times thy self were happier than thou art,
If ten of thine ten times refigured thee:
Then what could death do if thou shouldst depart,
Leaving thee living in posterity?
Be not self-willed for thou art much too fair,
To be death's conquest and make worms thine heir.
Don't let winter's rough hand mess up (Winter probably referring to time or age etc)
In you your summer (or youth) before you have a child (a pun on the perfume from the last sonnet)
make a woman's womb the bearer of your precious child (another pun on perfume)
before your beauty just dies with you(?)
That borrow (in these days lending on usury was legal but frowned upon)
Which brings pleasure to those who pay the loan
That is for you to have a child (Another thee, I really like that.)
Or ten kids (all the better right?)
IF you had ten kids
Then then what could death do to you
because you live on in ten new beings?
So don't be stubborn, you are too beautiful
to not have children and let death conquer you and make your only heir worms.
That is my not poetic interpretation, I hope it helps you to understand this poem. I really love these Sonnets they make me laugh. I hope you are enjoying my posts, feel free to subscribe or share with all of your friends. 😉😊
If you have any requests, let me know in the comments and I will see what I can do. You have a wonderful day. Thank you for your time.
Out of The Box Painting
The siblings slept in this morning so I got to watch The Flash. (The TV show, not my friend.) That was pretty awesome. I have been watching it for like two months and I am only on episode nine...Also this morning I decided to wear my VBS shirt. So did my dad. We are so cool. (Other teens be like EW.) I lost my train of thought. Hold on just a second. 💠Wow, I am looking at that emoticon that is supposed to be a thought bubble and thinking that it looks more like flatulence... *laughs awkwardly*
The other day, my dad asked me for a happy Birdcrab. So I drew one. (He said he is going to make that his new tattoo, how cool would that be???) Unfortunately it gone torn in half by mom for a grocery list so I cannot show you right now; but it inspired me to write a story about Jeremy the Happy Birdcrab. (That is the title.) Hopefully it will be good. If I have any volunteers for illustrations, that would be great because I am no artist... (Okay actually I work better with 3-D art and written art, but most people can draw better than me.) I will have to show you guys my head and my face that I made. (Not now, they are upstairs and I am downstairs, way too lazy to get a picture right now.) So today is #2's birthday! I think she is like 14...? I totally forgot about it even though I was told several times yesterday.
I think I should get her a bedazzled dictionary. (She will hate me for it, but in the long run it might behoove her.) Plus it's bedazzled. Can't go wrong, right? Okay now it is Sonnet time! Yesterday I lied, I didn't reread Sonnet six until this morning. My apologies. I am going to do it a little bit differently today, so bear with me.
Then let not winter's ragged hand deface,
In thee thy summer ere thou be distilled:
Make sweet some vial; treasure thou some place,
With beauty's treasure ere it be self-killed:
That use is not forbidden usury,
Which happies those that pay the willing loan;
That's for thy self to breed another thee,
Or ten times happier be it ten for one,
Ten times thy self were happier than thou art,
If ten of thine ten times refigured thee:
Then what could death do if thou shouldst depart,
Leaving thee living in posterity?
Be not self-willed for thou art much too fair,
To be death's conquest and make worms thine heir.
Don't let winter's rough hand mess up (Winter probably referring to time or age etc)
In you your summer (or youth) before you have a child (a pun on the perfume from the last sonnet)
make a woman's womb the bearer of your precious child (another pun on perfume)
before your beauty just dies with you(?)
That borrow (in these days lending on usury was legal but frowned upon)
Which brings pleasure to those who pay the loan
That is for you to have a child (Another thee, I really like that.)
Or ten kids (all the better right?)
IF you had ten kids
Then then what could death do to you
because you live on in ten new beings?
So don't be stubborn, you are too beautiful
to not have children and let death conquer you and make your only heir worms.
That is my not poetic interpretation, I hope it helps you to understand this poem. I really love these Sonnets they make me laugh. I hope you are enjoying my posts, feel free to subscribe or share with all of your friends. 😉😊
If you have any requests, let me know in the comments and I will see what I can do. You have a wonderful day. Thank you for your time.
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