PROFESSOR ABRAHAM SONNETS' DIARY.SONNET-110

Mortals temperate or intemperate over this altitude and ambrosia hardly ever strife and decked with the apostasy,Sangfroid archetypical argent enrobes weaklings,mortals saith it is immoderate,immodest and sometimes as it were innumerable times flee constriction of its durress,What follows this consternation,they murdered with stampede,with that blot on their copybook,cockscrewed and corrosive,Behold now how it will savethee from the crane of tangled web,so fastened to its automagnetic dew in its crenelated crescent,Pure chirpy,pure cricket,pure sand of article of faith assay'd cricketeers,pitched with theblazing fire from its crimson'd sky,Which crooned infamous infrequencies of its automotive magnetism that cruises like crystal gazers presaged misty cloud and the wits'end of a riverbank,addendum to the sea,What affront of august seasons drowned at seas,of the nebulous sky batterings,she is born with same frangibility as mortals and in the ministry of action is much slower than time itself,an logic inference