Shall I compare thee to a Smirnoff ad?
Thou art more shimmering, more full of zap;
Icy winds do freeze the Russian steppes,
And vodka's high hath all too short a date:
Sometime too cold the eye of Yeltsin shines,
And oft is his bleached complexion dimmed;
And every drunk through drunkenness declines,
By cancer of the liver or septicaemia untrimmed:
But thy eternal glimmer shall not fade,
Nor lose possession of that zip thou ow'st,
Nor shall death brag thou sup in his shade
When in immortal lines like these thou glowest:
So long as men can drink and take a piss,
So long lives thine in this.
from Shakepeare’s Sonnets by Philip Terry (Carcanet, 2010). Reprinted with permission from Carcanet Press (www.carcanet.co.uk).
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