LOVE SONNET.6

A Londoner to tease a bit your buoy.Was i not bequeathed a chatteau and yacht abroad."With brouhaha to knit her brows,browbeatened her to stupor,to repel her childish bugaboos.A companionship that was begun at alehouses,rode roughshod with concupiscence."A Londoner?A chateau?No more a bellboy?Your nimble sloths you like a nomad and a nightmare,tore down by scylla and charybdis.Your buffalo still should buckle up for smashhit."He charters nuts into nuts into her sanity and nuzzled her numeration,till charterboxes cold as charity,grin like cheshire cat,chilled the chevvy chatter whoremonger and the Cinderella got off chump for the nuptials.The chuckles of the cocked hat congealed congeniality at the conge."For conscience sake,connive no more a confute of nuptial."Then she conked up her nose to blow a windy kiss,boozer consigned posterity into incertitude.Do they coquettes really detest cockscrewed amorous advances and be adjudged copperbottomed at the funfare?With his whoremongering parvenu,they honeymooned the