Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate;
Rough winds can not shake thou darlings icing buds of May,
Unless it's a typhoon, then I cannot say,
The colour of thee icing tint,
Art better than Benefits Benetint,
Thee taste much sweeter,
Than my Palmer's cocoa lip butter,
Thee smell better than any perfume from Thierry Mugler,
Or Chanel, Gucci and Escada combined together,
Sometimes too hot the eyes of heaven shines,
Fear not, I've place thee in the refrigeration with a card stating you're mine,
So what if men can breath and eyes can see,
They won't be able to lick the icing off thee,
For thee shalt belong to no one but me!
I love you, cuppie cake!