BRIGHT DAYS ARISE

Shall I compare brighter days ahead to jocose of the frollics?Thou art more sullen and mean petalous as gauchy cloud doth stalks thy stormy petrel and sublime plow. And a little dastardly act,benumbed hath all the tempest to befuddle thee beneath sheol;Sometime to deign,for a lush green restart of luscious times,an everlasting hurdle,to hoist its lustre and invariably voodooed, by procrastination and every bit of its unfair bite,masquerading over unfair plunge.Sometimes,dislodge radiant plow on fallow fields,whereon brighter days expectant,by artistic inebriation desecrates.Naturewit plows by vigour nosedives,in a protrusive metarphosed courses,that starred blankly at the dude. Behold counterpoise for gravy train barely change,same with procedures and climatology.