SHALL I COMPARE THEE TO A PINTSIZED'S MINNOW?Part one

Shall I compare theeto a pintsized sallow?Shall i compare thee to featherweight minow?A spiracle of spine tingling spindle,a spicy spin and a spiritless spinoff archery,bereft of spiffing springtide,a spuriousphenomenon of the plumpous earth.Rudderless banks quavering thespunkless bud far away,fugaciousmuds of howling feet,hath alltoo brutish compare,Sometimes,tooblushing a tawdry's tallyhoo anda derelict terpsichorean,And Oft is he succubus suckled anddimmed,And unfair trod,washed up byhis wastrel of time and magical impulse,Nor by providence or by nature wit's voyeau,beseeming bled?Thy psychosis and neurotic fracture,but by gallivating to and fro,as a pugnacious winds,nor weary visage beneath,voyeauristically undressed,So shall thou with such rectitude,adored,in its rectilinear gusto,Oh behold the public square a repertoire of reeds and reef knot ,Whosebeguilling sport,hellish ado,kismet drown'd;And redoubtable on the flee,relapses and rekindled,Oh this reef knot,do not nostalgia rejoices,thy fret dessert