Tag: English

Tricky Tony Hacks the Pentagon

Tricky Tony Hacks the Pentagon

Tricky Tony tried for months to hack the Pentagon.
Finally he did it and his vicious plan went on:
“I will change the language of those military mules.
No more English US, you’re on UK now, you fools!”

Color turned to COLOUR, Favorite to FAVOURITE.
All those needless U’s, they were annoying, quite a bit.
All the Yankees were confused, the couldn’t read a thing.
“Next times Yankees, don’t revolt against your rightful king!”

This was Tony’s sweet revenge, to see the Yanks get pissed,
as Tony was a Yank but also was a royalist,
living in the colonies but loyal to the crown.
“I will be the one that brings the Rebel army down!”

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Shall I Compare Thee to a Summer’s Day?

Shall I Compare Thee to a Summer's Day

Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?
You are so hot,
give me a shot!
You know you ought,
don’t think.

Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?
You make me sweat,
and I just bet
you won’t regret.
Wink Wink!

Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?
You are too bright,
you hurt my sight.
Because of you
I’ll drink.

Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?
You’re awfully dry,
won’t even try.
You make me cry.
You stink.

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Here’s another comic about about courting, and here’s another comic taking place in historic England, portraying the worst pun ever made in English history.

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Here’s the full text for the original Sonnet 18, one of William Shakespeare’s best known sonnets:

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.
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimmed;
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance, or nature’s changing course, untrimmed;
But thy eternal summer shall not fade,
Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow’st,
Nor shall death brag thou wand’rest in his shade,
When in eternal lines to Time thou grow’st.
So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.