SONNET 99

Sonnet-99

- Motherwit's chinwag clinches the clincher but doth not content,And being content she lends thee a climacteric to the mount of glorious herald,Then the cleverdicks,the fifth columnists and the accomplices,the buffoon pyrates, Why dost thou thy recumbent not a watchman's watchfulness,inspite of protracted bounteauos booty of the forest battle's pilferage?Deploy company manners as comedy manners as vile manners as crucifix enrobe thy girth so stupendous art of arts,yet canst not ere this battle deploy?

Those fleeting manners those fleeting hours that with genteel covert and 

stratagem did lurk,The glorious herald where heart doth transfix will triumphant hills nigh from faraway for the fair roses,And that nocturne ambush which doth triggers counterespionage: For ample intelligentsia cast over nefarious stealthy maneavrer,when the city or the forest sleeps,Accelerating traction of the intrusion's velocity,to this far less compassionate valley and nebulous seasons at Alupluto and hence compels thy bough to act decisely,This hazy cloud's conk confid'd with conscientious and consolatory consecrate,so quite inalienable.