When I consider every thing that grows
Is modified genetically today,
I wouldnst ere have giveth thee that rose
With GE strain that causeth skin decay.
Thine scented soap with crush’d rose petal ghee
Thee vigorously rubb’d with blithe elan
Wherewith thou beauty fadeth horribly
I stand transfix’d to view thy purple tan.
Werenst not it rose but sonnet thee I gave
Methinks now in thy favor I would bask,
This night I’ll ne’er get lucky as I’d craved
O! Love forestall’d! why didst thou take a bath?
Yon doctors fee willst be for me distressing
Farewell! Thou art too dear for my possessing.