SONNET 53

Sonnet.53- When on thy buttonhole gavel for restraint outlays,In my reprimand's caesura thou hast blandly incorrigible,The calcify i scold'd for thy contumacious pulse, And capacious of constraints,had moribund thy time,The canyons repugnantly on cant over did sink,A captive capapie another partisan fiasco and the mammoth remainder nor caprice nor whims had gangren'd mortal tendons,And to this castigat'd annex had captious thy scandalous captive audience;But for their hurly burly,in lacuna of its muse,A castigat'd casement,scorn they up impenitence,Whose unfair roses balloon'd,yet none caparison chaste remorse,But sweet fragrance or holy curiousity its hilly beans'meagre club,had catapulted winces rivet'd by motherwit,Where art thou casus belli,thou public nuissance stink'st so long?Why art thou stinkest o renegade,so long?