SONNET 72

Sonnet 72 is a short controsonnet and ends with half quatrain

Sonnet.72-when thou art whack'd,When Checkered antecedence speaks grandiose of the pleateau's sublime,As maybe enshrined in the chronicles of Aluploto,I perceive even the fairest wights,evanesce in smoke,in the face of storm,And beauty dost lie in the unfairest roses,but bibliocrats ,studious But introvert,making the glamourous rhyme,Not in the bossom of strumpets lay,Of lovely but unsung knights,that barely at dust and dawn,do roving eyes,