SONNET 48

Sonnet 48- If the draconian instance of my landmark stride,were ruritarian rumbustious ruse,should not rut my steely-gripe, For then sacrilegious of sacred crow,would i not condone,from sabrerattling fallen deed,where loungelizard dost renege contest, Not barring sackcloth and ashes,although thy foot did string astray,Upon the most unfairest trods,plaster'd on scorching earth, For sabble wield can sag,both saddle and sail,As soon as the brothel brothels,the prostitutes where he would sloth,But hurray,samba dances me that i am bout to sap,savant savvies of savoir faires,when thou art school'd,But that so much of a savagery lay and scabrous scarifi'd, I must append time's restraints,with checkered antecedence of egalitarian scarlet, Scaring not the worms away,like a scaremonger,by badgering of norm's nether bales but scandalous scapegoats' exemplifications so venomous.