Sonnet: Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? (Parody)

Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
The day would be a street fair late in June
It's SF pride, because you're hella gay
You'll probably leave me for a woman soon
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines
But your brown eyes are nothing like its light
For looking at the sun can make you blind
And yours are metaphorically bright
But thy eternal summer shall not fade
Unless this sonnet doesn't make it long
I can't be Shakespeare; love is overplayed
A thousand times in prose and verse and song
One day we and this poem both will die
I can't love you forever, but I'll try