Tribute to Miss Trudl Pospischil

Miss Trude,

Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Thou art more funny and more elegant.
Rough winds do shake the cities in which we go astray
And our reunion's lease hath all too short a date.

Sometimes too hot the eye of the mirror ball shines
And often is our gold complexion thus dimm'd
And every hair from hair sometimes declines
By chance or because of bad hair dresser's trim

But thy eternal splendor shall not fade
Nor lose possession of that hair thou owest;
Nor shall Holy Golightly brag thou wander'st in her shade,
When in eternal lines to Helmut thou growest:

So as long as turtles can breathe or lobster see
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.