Had we but world enough and time,
Our social network posts could rhyme.
Sigh no more, ladies, sigh no more.
Don’t tell a woman, Smile!—then hope to score.
O, that this too too solid flesh would melt!
My inky cloak: a stab at looking svelte.
Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?
Dunno. With climate change, it’s hard to say.
*Beginning with lines by Marvell and Shakespeare.