PROFESSOR ABRAHAM SONNETS'DIARY.SONNET-135

But wherefore do not thee a pretty deign blown beneath,Make flex upon this atom of big bang,And many maiden voyages,yet to be taken,the task of martyrdom so dire,but such a mammoth of butterfingers populate this plain and world turn'd upside down,With the most virtuous path,not yet taken and hamlets ubiquitously sinking,shrinking violets'cascad'd populace haunted by adophobia amplified,This verse many years to come cannot forget,even simpletons,toddlers and lunatic fringes knoweth,Verily,verily himself will read its lectern so legible even in the howling aridland keeps vigil still,But will they moult at its pebbled shore,when nuances toward the extreme tilts their onions?Vulgarians are unruly throng,defied parsimonious glide and with the pale of death,in their mangled teeth and haggard bone, Shall i not compare thee to a loungelizard,when these grand verses that ages trod,breathe upon thy bonemarrow and thou greedily impugned still?But thy eternal downwind shall not dint a notch nor of besiege at thy disuse.