THE BALLAD OF ABRAHAM's SONNET.PART ONE

Abraham was sunken delight,His family was sunken delight too.And his tripple siblings and he not left behind were ravens,excluding his trencherman's little horses,an abstemious sister and brother,"I am not greedy for food,i am not thirsty for water,"so she says but well kept,so he says too but not well kept, Make hovers hear the gouges in his stomach fly,As if contented,may not be satisfied,inconspicuous,ruinate this gesture broadly,but his brisk i kept vigil,Pretense like a coat now drenched with mist barely abscond,Here is a paradox where trenchermen and gourmands flex for brawns,blinking through the furnace,avarice thrives,with grins entrapped beneath a corrosive,Oh my brother may have made this pretence like the good trencherman that he was,an aloft of a day's hunger,not forsaken rebound threw up the avarice in his coat,And back to gourmet like we threesome,fret his tummy,Neither sated Abraham's gripe nor the acerbic binges and ravenous guttural heaves him a sigh of relief from this trademark addiction.