PROFESSOR ABRAHAM SONNETS'DIARY.SONNET-113

Can thy right hand with thy wit densely apposite seize the muddy-mutatis mutandis cast upon its aspersion?Then boo thyself,be of thyself an exponent of naivety ridiculed,O how narcissism of sweet vision,so narcissus,salvage thee the agony of psychotic bruises to steal thine own freedom and thy kith and kins,with great tremblings as thy men at arms forsook epicure to be birthed at its swashbuckling brook,That in this pent up open letter'd sonnets thou mayest not overruled openmindedness not fairly wanton to ochestrate this trigger ounces,Overthis alterating menace,hath it indeed hung its plunge intoto,all the mystical pantheon of this most maligned sweet vision,And not merelyonly for this purport hath oracle of time been erudite tosport alongside with its parrots wielding parotcry,but also alongside the parodists and the fatalists to jest this churlish insignia ofthe parsimonious perimeters of its coagulants,yet were pesky,to ridiculously adorn the pestiferous festoons,Of such emblem,plead thee be not proud.