Shall I compare you to a summer day?
December's closing in; we're done with May.

When you are asked where your lost beauty lies
Reply, "Too many burgers and french-fries."

Look in your glass and tell the face you view,
"I did not eat too many, but too few."

Sometimes the eye of heaven hotly shines,

Most often when you've sampled several wines.

But your eternal summer shall not fade

Until you've polished off those cakes you made.

Thus beauty is made new when you are old:
Botox and face-lifts, smiling put on hold.