Lucy Dee
My blogs
| Industry | Communications or Media |
|---|---|
| Occupation | Comedienne |
| Location | The Bigger Apple, United States |
| Introduction | Shakespeare's Sonnet 130 My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun; Coral is far more red than her lips' red; If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun; If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head. I have seen roses damask'd, red and white, But no such roses see I in her cheeks; And in some perfumes is there more delight Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks. I love to hear her speak, yet well I know That music hath a far more pleasing sound; I grant I never saw a goddess go; My mistress, when she walks, treads on the ground: And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare As any she belied with false compare. Contact info: StandUp101 (at) Gmail (dot) com |
| Interests | trippin' the light, fantastic! |