January 3, 2024

SONNET 55

Sonnet 55-So shall their countenance,i disfigur'd with their silvermoon,Be mortgag'd with their credibility gap and crippled with this creepy grail, And you creepy-crawly,like your ilks,not far'd well,when gregarious chant,chants their milky girth into shreds and butcher'd thee of thy silvermoon,O here the bard's rage is overstretch'd beyond this havoc of creepy metres,In that the mimicry of yonder generation,a foulest air of osmosis,maketh triumphant hills kisseth this plateau farewell far away,You should live not with caution but double caution,but still not your baldpate and motherwit beneath thy feet,Shall i then compare thee with a loungelizard,o shrinking violet?That is your allegory,thy alterego,Thou art more creepy as crooked than you steely are, Unscrupulous buds,shaken by ocean waves,doth unwavering the crony of thy ilks,And being potato crispy to its nuances,hath all too oft slain thy silvermoon,Sometimes too vain and too vague to live with misty feet not crooned to eulogise purplish crimson of

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  1. I did not stick to writing velocity bcos of some logistics challenge and thanks a back

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