PROFESSOR ABRAHAM SONNETS'DIARY.SONNET-116

And thou amdst this golden folks be coronated in a regalia,regal as juno and lustrous as the impressario,Magnifying well its glory,if there be triumph in the golden battle of the bulge with thy men at arms,Why then didst they sweet vision's charm abstinence foams like detergent?Now which way shall they turn,over this exacting exalt of malignancy?Their execrate humongous,expostulates undaunting and expostfacto factitious,Freedom is fugitive their fahreinheit will not freeze,And still this fagged out of old faggots,hardly licker fag end of the impending slaughters," Pathos" they exclaimed but extrapolate did the touch with a tenth foot pole, and longing fantasia with a barge pole!When clanger erupts,do they not relish?And so mischieviously in that blister,they fauxpass with glee,fathomless! What vicarious custom whose hostile walls fenced by rays of raidingbanditry,femmefatales,dissident folks,mutineers,and the fifth columnists,refrain headlong fall,And this refrain,evidenced by its festivity's unbroken girth.