PROFESSOR ABRAHAM SONNETS'DIARY.SONNET 122

A hilly beans on planet earth lives in the paradise of dreams,Who barely bicker at the acidulous sands of time,And withheld bay at the moon,keep it at bay,draw a bead and tell their beads,to outlive the vultures upon this acidulous sand,to beard the lion in his den,And hardly ever convinced to greedily adjourn the virulence of fate to grouch this blinding adenoids,Whose Adam's Apple and adrenalin were latticed by clutterless amplitude of patience and fortitude,of perseverance and its afterglow,They,in a bird's eyeview,i've spar'd my animadversion and it is they this batch the accidulous sand direly bittersweet sequestrates,Having being animated in this anthropomorphic animal kingdom of sweet vision,o sweet vision,how glorious thou art are!how glorious of thou art are!o spirit of glory, Wights devoid thee are blackmass of blackguards,blackholes,horse and buggy blankets,the blacksmiths ofblackspots,antiquated folks,being derelict apostrophes of depression,hardly as workmen,in the senile bough blame their tools