LOVE SONNET 3

Her bromine chin,callowed and bedewed with befuddled beef still makes a beeline with besotted beseech,benumbed at the calaboosed nuptial knot.Canalised he like a callisthenics,this gumptionlessness prettily entreats them,from her contending blockhead till his bingo binge the bitch's bird eye view summersaulted to the calorific bullyboyhood.Her bittersweet memoirs'gins to blink.'Would she be a canard,fired as cannonfodder with its cannonballs in cannonade of Venus,the goddess of love that the candlestick of her candour barely matters?This canny canopy of candour welded in capacious canvass,who being ducked capriciously not to be blinkered in capapied caparison to capitulate to the blunt of bombastic blotto and querried cardsharp."Have i not been wooed by your war of attrition to blot my escutcheon?To bolt off the boiling hot who covert your captivity and vile tempered steel?What avocation to insulate the impending betrothed household?"quixotic,"Avocation"saith the bellboy,stood behind bowleg astrayed"......