SONNET 97

Sonnet-97-When that bromide beseige thy bough,thou shalt fire salvo and unleash havoc at the pyrates northcountry,Triumphant hills as glorious heralds,shalt thou loftiest sail be,at the battle royale of the forest bank,And fifth columnist weary midway,gone for a burton,when at the nocturnal tender churls,thy counterespionage byzanthinous waylaid,

And they by the rearguard,a cannon fodder carrion'd by the heavy shells and cannonade triggers,They be chapfallen quipped by canard thou in thy gallantry,triumphant hills'roses jubilant,How much boob'd the chauvinists,dissidents and the quislings are fallen,on the badtimes and ashheaps with the pyrates of the northcountry,If thou couldst not a stratagem unite,be fair to summon my charm and chant"mothernature",Let thy greymatter taciturn creels,this were to be triumphant heels when thou art weary and still heaves thy sigh as green augury of glorious herald,when thou feel'st mine relief upon thy byzanthine summon.