SONNET 102

Sonnet-100-O how stratagem is the king of sweet victory your charm to the vertex and homily to the neplusulstra,how With it thou as the master of the golden bough shall sing and be heard and be crowned with glorious herald,and these are my doves.Stake all my doves,my doves yea stake all my doves stake them all in castellated battlements;why hast thy bough not them ere castellat'd in battlement?O sweet vision beyond compare in its sweet candour,frightfully frigging,hones my crux of silvermoon.Now look in thy sweet vision and frisk thy tongue twisting laser beam,to pay homage in thy apologia,And to thy hardihood,a garland of gallantry at the rubbicon seabanks of frigging boat,berth at shore,thou shalt pay homage when thou thy salvo boon'd,O sweet vision how so glorious herald in thy valley veritably plays whose pile of funereal shadows canst its purge a benefice be,the metropolis fumes barely go up in smoke,lunge! No empathy on the pyrates of the jungle;for they that rise by the sword shall fall by the sword,