Shall I compare thee to a thumb, or say
thou art unlovely, nor canst thou oppose
thy weaker neighbours? Shall I with dismay
recount thy knobbliness? Thou, amongst toes,
art paramount. Physicians name thee 'great'
yet pray that Jonson's learned soc be on
lest Jonson's learned shoe thou permeate
with fungal redolence. And when the dawn
breaks in the east and all the world is new
and evil things are banished with the night,
then shall I deck thee with fresh feverfew
and lavendar 'to make you feel alright'?
(a phrase I stole from Lennon). Shall I heck -
for thou art Toe, unworthy of respeck.