PROFESSOR ABRAHAM SONNETS' DIARY-SONNET-20

Dread For Dread.Is it for dread to dread the windy dread,that dread for dread,mightest thyself dread dread for dreadin a pouted dread verily dread?In boloneys,if thou be clueless,shalt harp to slave and then die,The cosmos then will they their passion clamourtrigger'd,O how vile is time o howtime is vile,where as guille theplanet will thy detest joyous sings,That which none boon melody and her filthy lucre,mightest they sing thee to titivate public ovation;when compared to the arbiter's lyrics of gilded league and gnomes'purple birthrendition?When every dread flight,widow'd thy jingo frame,May salivate nescient ego,even without its concord,Be not waned with this medley of homiletics andepistle,even on the eve of thy long moth eaten sullen transmogrify,Be as thy presence be,know thyself and dread for dread by lease of arts,shall no flight be,thou mayest as a bibliomaniac,with bibliocrazy feedeth thy blank psycho,when thou from this folly greedily convertest,If all were so steel minded,then time's fury ceases