Four more from "The Porch"

      XXXVII. From "Skin Deep" 
Shall I compare thee to a summer's day...?
You dye your hair a hue I've come away
convinced can ne'er be traced to DNA.

     XXXVIII. From "Arms and Amin" 

On either side the river lie long fields,

beneath which hide (I shiver: why...?) strong shields

and swords before which Tyrant Idi yields.

     * A suburb near Copenhagen.

     XXXIX. From "Pears Diced 'n' Toss'd" 

Of man's first disobedience the fruit

(in cans the Swiss for free dispense to boot):

be it but sin and death...? The question's moot.

     XL. From "Be Loud, Glade!" 

I'll now arise and go to Innisfree.

But how my guys will know I've been...? Beats me!

Perhaps if I catch hepatitis B...