SONNET14

S.14.frenetic velocity crescendoed fifty yards from the humus trenches.His mnemonics not flogging a dead horse at nocturnal bent, his fluttering feet,in flustering volteface outpaced him to his household to bell the cat.The house stood on a tremor fog and eugenic teen sped ethereal blue sky away,vanishing from the forest array of eucalyptus trees.A yard away from home's Window pane whereon his partriarch was engulfed with sentry of blue seas,etched himself to the flintfooted etiquette."Fifth columnists,pirates from the north country,pirates from the Arabia flipped into the forest like a flint"tremor belched."Gash!You flibertigibet,dont be so flipping rude boy"a flip remarks, flimsy gaunt flung upon his trembling hands and gushing feet flicking."Oh am not playful nor flighty, snippet is crystal.They flew in fortnightly with caravans.Cabalise espionage not with the halfcocked grip mounted at halfcock.Deploy snippet at nocturnal hours counterclockwise to eavesdrop the raging inferno and the flank in tactical fission."Now refrained to send him away with flea in his ears nor yet his flammel refuted."So discreet!You the flatfooted flatspin,at sunset,with your accoutrement,my flambeau,stonemason,rolling stone,like a stoolie,a stool pigeon, be my stooge to quash the stormy cloud.Retrovert to my muse,your hallowed shell.On the morrow,'gins to gallantry, before the sun goes down."clouds of pulses upon his tendons waned at his slippery exit for the bedtime. As like eyeball to eyeball