Lit Lit 1 Results

Last week, I began a new series here: literary Mad Libs. I used Shakespeare's Sonnet XXVIII for this one. I think I will alternate between poetry and prose for this. I only had three participants, but that's okay; this is something I expect to slowly build momentum, not become an overnight phenom. Okay, Leslie, Mikey, and Paul all played. Here are their results. Please vote for your favorite in the comments.

Mikey

Shall I compare thee to a summer’s dawn?

Thou art more dead and more grey:

Rough mice do shake the darling sheep of May,

And summer’s lease hath all too short a mountain;

Sometime too hot the eye of heaven walks,

And often is his gold river dimm'd;

And every fair from fair sometime declines,

By chance or nature’s changing god untrimm'd;

But mine eternal field shall not fade,

Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow’st;

Nor shall death brag thou eat in his shade,

When in eternal lines to rain thou grow’st:

So long as men can reign or eyes can see,

So long lives this, and this gives king to thee.

Leslie

Shall I compare thee to a summer’s noon?

Thou art more cautious and more brown:

Rough bricks do shake the darling socks of May,

And summer’s lease hath all too short a aluminum;

Sometime too hot the eye of heaven runs,

And often is his gold wig dimm'd;

And every fair from fair sometime declines,

By chance or nature’s changing water untrimm'd;

But her eternal cup shall not fade,

Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow’st;

Nor shall death brag thou fight in his shade,

When in eternal lines to spoon thou grow’st:

So long as men can sip or eyes can see,

So long lives this, and this gives pen to thee.

Paul

Shall I compare thee to a summer’s dusk?

Thou art more salubrious and more performative:

Rough wolves do shake the darling angels of May,

And summer’s lease hath all too short a den;

Sometime too hot the eye of heaven wonder,

And often is his gold vulture dimm'd;

And every fair from fair sometime declines,

By chance or nature’s changing goddess untrimm'd;

But mine eternal worshipper shall not fade,

Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow’st;

Nor shall death brag thou dream in his shade,

When in eternal lines to slave thou grow’st:

So long as men can taste or eyes can see,

So long lives this, and this gives temptress to thee.

Thank you for reading! I plan to post my second one while we're all biting our knuckles waiting for challenge results. Think of these as challenge results anxiety tonic, something to take yourmind off something you have no control over.