PROFESSOR ABRAHAM SONNETS'DIARY.SONNET-115

See,how sweet vision keeps off pyrhic victory and time's tarry where there but kingly stratagem welded from the loins and palms of automagnetic bossom,O sweet vision plenipotentiary of freedom,thou didst bash-less plight thy troth with her and thy kinsmen endear'd to thy ploy,These limped limbos whereo we litter,never can literateur fest like a litterlout,nor lissom not what is loath'd without bruises, O Alupluto,o Alupluto,this miasma of logarythmic muddle-bath shows theemashy unripe,That thou mayest not sate to stale,unfair roses,resillientlummoxes,round leather lottery of longwinded low comedies,of ludicrous ludos that adorn the periphery,the metropolis and its seedy spring,Is it ubiquitous,this graceful steps,lurking upon the golden sands of time?This lovely caves of enchanted pits,hung over a thousand narks,hath hollows meteors lined as meteoric rise make them shallow,If itself be martyrs,sweet vision knight them,knight these roses from bleeding earth as forward violets,And this folks,history glorifies