PROFESSOR ABRAHAM SONNETS'DIARY.SONNET-118

Manumitting punks of gutter'd serfs on eternal remands not negotiable for a messianic tribune,wail o distressed arts,wail o distressed arts,This plastic arts with pussyfoot's ensign at acme,as if the pusillanimous should outlive themselves as minnows and pillion riders,So did this plastic arts'resillience excel,a vulgar strand,in transfix,in gallantry, knighthood not racket racketeering,to greedily thump on the racket,Not in the insensate rabblerousers to veer off its racehorse from the racecourses,not rabbit punch dizzy,a rabid raccoon to coy a proud rider's vilest intent,high raffishness,uncontrolled crest,bibliocractic ragtag,ramified rambunctious,ideologues to go on the razzle,in this tender bud and bristled vale,thou mightest guiltless spurned,See that sacred lines ,that apologia when intoned,shouldst not be disarmed nor abhored,whereon now thou dost lack lustre,O sweet vision beyond compare is the saviour,the anchor and the troubled ship wading the hellish storms and huricanes howling on the high seas.