Author's Note: This is a Dalek parody of Shakespeare's 18th Sonnet. If you like this one, comment and suggest a poem for me to use, and I'll make it a collection of Dalek poems. So, prepare to be EXTERMINATED! I mean, entertained. ;)
Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Though art more hateful, and more irate.
Rough winds do shake the puny buds of May,
In every season we EXTERMINATE!
Sometimes to soon the Doctor comes to call
And so is our hope for the future dimmed.
And sometimes he defeats us, makes us fall
By chance, or nature's changing course, untrimmed.
But thy eternal anger shall not fade
Nor lose possession of the hate thou ow'st
Nor death brag thou wand'rest in his shade
As long as how to do a temporal shift thou know'st.
So long as Daleks hate, or eyestalks see
So long lives this, and this gives hate to thee.
