Shall I compare thee to iPhone 2G?
Thou art more lovely and less expensive.
Rough hands do make the darling smudges of day.
And Summer’s (local valley girl) lease hath all to short a date.
Sometimes too hot the eye of Apple shines.
And often is it’s gold complexion shunned.
And every share from share sometimes declines.
By chance or Mossberg’s changing course untrimmed.
But thy eternal Apple shall not fade.
Nor lose possession of that field thou owest.
Nor shall Bill brag thou wanderst in his shade.
When eternal lines for thee dost growest.
So long as men can need or eyes can see.
So long lives Steve and he gives life to thee.

I know, it is not true iambic pentameter. Leave me alone! {Goes and cries in the corner.}