PROFESSOR ABRAHAM SONNETS'DIARY-SONNET 25

As fast as thou shalt go,sofast thou growest esquely plow,When i do lustre the blue funk that hoodoos the bounties of time,And melts and erodes the palmy days projectile instinct,mir'd in starry night engravure,When in i behold the shrinking violets'holocaust of hoohas and bilous hoopla,not past its sullen prime,And tender'st churls all sinew'd over mirth of mortal heels;When lofty trees,in the forest of blue funk,i benign not,hoop'd and hoodd'd withdeciduous trees, Which ersatz fromappalling did its tentacle,canopy suffuse,And summer's greenand evergreen fields defi'd,in theirturgid colours of rainbow,went up in smoke,Borne on a caisson and oasis hanging with pulsating hilly beans,and briskier escapade so naive to sofrosty in the jungleof vicious eremite of escutcheon'd ergs,Then of thy moult do i froward lather,That thou among the prodigals of time,might tentatively persist, Since vices upon vicesmusculatur'd by vices in bucaneerof farago of vices do themselves not forsaken,then contend'st speak nothingness