Poem: Note Left by Shakespeare on the Picnic Table of His Hostess

By Henry Rathvon

George Bates

                                       Shall I compare thee to a summer squash?

                                       You both are immature, so that’s a wash.

                                       You both have curvy necks—at least you do,

                                       And crookneck squash is pretty curvy too.

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