Based on "Winter" by William ShakespeareWhen ghastly melons guard the door,And coloured sugars come by the bag,And fields of grass wear green no more,And leaves begin to wilt and sag. When the bones of nature litter our floor,Then Jack grows into a witchly hag,Makeup and wig Come out at last, While greedy children knock at the gate.When days grow short and nights grow long,And teen athletic games take place,And ravens nightly croak their song,And orange and black adorn. "Is everything ok?" he asked. "Yes, yes", I said, trying to conceal my anger with him.Of course, by the time we got out of the movies, I knew Mum and Dad would already be back. I was angry. So when he tried to kiss me, I backed away from him. Usually I like his gentle kisses. Now it was his turn to be upset, and so the rest of our date was spent in near silence. I just wanted our date to end. And already, as we sat in a cafe drinking a coffee, I was recalling our previous disastrous date of a.Read More
