SONNET 52

Sonnet.52-O how priceless within naturewit and motherwit this blunt spoken trail blazes! Bated with bated breath,for restless dearth,i sob not,As to pallid pallette,a darkness born,And shrouded morning triffl'd in triviality,and public nuisance skyrocket'd whereon it hoists its petard,vicious forlorn,And lo,fortitude limp'd away distort'd and interr'd beneath a missing graveyard,O let the planet thee should a shocker be,To jest you to mend in a sordid plough, What maelstrom derided even conjurer at its stead,after my earth,dear kismet console me not apathy,That niggard truth,even magician's hands leprous and feet taken to heel,His taekwondo canst not vilous him salvag'd,Unless you eulogise heath'd beans embryo,would i falsehood rip apart, O how priceless will thou be,when thou mayest its curios cognisant wary,that thou mayest yonder hills triumphalist trods and distant gales thy benefice be.