PROFESSOR ABRAHAM SONNETS'DIARY-SONNET 18

That so much glistening bravura and gallivanting hoofs of treacherous traipses ahead,Which ushers in a gemstoned procession,a truest colours of time's rainbows, That ambly ambit of palmy days in the brew,be not hideous night that brassmonkey'd starry morn,Then of brawny gallivants and brevity of birds of passage,do i not with a bargepole interrogates? O that you were time's slavish ado,but bristly you are pugnacious of its flurry and fang of fugacious fugacity, Not bat an factious eyelids