THE BALLAD OF ABRAHAM'S SONNET.Part 2

He eats like a gourmet in this darkest hours and with stinking fondle of this art,he did fondle,none stale in his mouth and tummy,Then heypresto,with this juxtaposition,if we contrast,i marvelled at the fallacies of intergrity,in a trying times,By the hood that howling wilderness,without gallantry hurts hence greedily,How come a benign personage looses it and then availeth much less,an etiquette wight,Were this rot in him not exhumed a pussillanimous winces to his pouted misery?Not unlike my brother's clownish sameness pigeonholed and embittered,kicked his hoofs intandem,Intergrity vanishes for those disgruntled elements who have it but battered in times of misery,My elder-sage,my prime racconteur,Baba kwara narrated so touching a tale that i was emboldened to enthuse same about vanity of intergrity,Misery let him down into the world of rituals,at the expense of his,for want of riches,for his progenies,"You will be rich but you live three years and death shall come. Do we aggree?"says the medicine " Yes Sir,