January 6, 2024

SONNET 65

Sonnet 65-How so lovely as nuggets dost thou make of transmogrify,o hilly beans,Which like a gangrene,in the shrinking violets',Doth carnage the budding viles of thy infested soil,O hilly beans in what sweet roses,doth thou fragrance cast aboard,That carefree and its wraith that caresses the checker'd antecedence of its thy glorious herald,Casting aboard for thy tentacles and a cataract on thy derid'd sport,Cannot dismember, but in traits of numerical goons ' balloon,slothing thy catapult blesses their manner'd burlesque,
O what a brute have those cumbersome cluster unleash'd,Which for their habituation wherein they hibernate and opted for the caustic path thereof infuse a cause celebre catpaw,doth barely cauterize this stinking but infected personage,








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