
Shall I compare Brasso to a Summer’s Day?: Amelia Cuckoo 2
Shall I compare Brasso to a summer’s day? Thou art more shiny and much more fragrant. Rough hands do shake the bottle ’til empty, And Eight ounces’ lease hath all too short a rent. I’m beginning to puzzle out the mysteries of my … Continue reading Shall I compare Brasso to a Summer’s Day?: Amelia Cuckoo 2