Hey! What was that for?!

Shall I compare you to a summer's day?

You're better-looking, and better-controlled.

The wind shakes flowers, but you're sturdy, bae.

And summer is short and young- but you're old.

Sometimes the sun is too hot, but you're chill.

Its light may fade, but your face is shiny.

Nice things may not stay so nice, but you will.

No matter how old, I love your hiney.

You'll never stop being pretty, lady!

All of you is great, even your big nose.

You'll never look like you're dying, baby-

Those eye bags are just you, everyone knows.

As long as Facebook and Twitter exist,

They'll see you in this poem- I posted it.