Shall I compare thee to an Azeroth summer’s day?
By which I mean Tanaris not Winterspring, although you can be a bit frosty,
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
(Although the time you ripped out the eyes of that orc did disturb me a tad – he was only level 10 for chrissake.)
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And wake the lazy peons from their sleep (although I find a stick does just as well)
And summer’s lease hath all too short a date:
But who gives a shit because it means Brewfest is on its way – hoorah for ancient pickled eggs
Sometime too hot the Eye of the Storm shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimmed,
But with a coordinated team who LISTEN GODAMMIT you will capture the flag
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance, or nature’s changing course untrimmed:
Yes we all must agree the Darkmoon Fayre is so over – and I hate that tiny stupid monkey pet…I wanted a gorilla
But thy eternal summer shall not fade,
How could it with a temper like yours? I find it charming honestly…but I never knew anyone’s face could go so red
Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow’st,
Yes you still look good – even in Worgen form. It’s amazing – can I stroke your fur?
Nor shall death brag thou wander’st in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou grow’st,
Yes grow’st - you shall grow my beloved – middle aged spread happens to us all- particularly a worgen with an appetite for squirrels like yours
So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see,
That is anyone who has successfully avoided you in in a temper … godbless stealth
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.
Yes you are immortalised in the game & now the blog my furry beauty.