Time Sonnet.part 7

Tumulus bullet headed  battalion delighted themselves with bulimia of bulimarexia, 

O binge-vomit syndrome in their cheeks,

Across the camp fire firebrats revel the breezy night.

Those hours of wonderful loots at abesi's rampage of bees

Amidst the gravy bunces, quidnunc- hungry,chawbaconed and bullet holed terror of battalion's close-knit bulldogs carted away the boots in record time.

Bunkmates had profited heavily from bunkmentality.

Let not the bunkmentality of the bunkmates as the rot,guff or bunkum ad infinitum prevail and not be uncensored ,

In them the bunt ere be dispatched and unleash,

Bunts of battlefield await Sullivan's winces in the stinging battle.

Over the dead's conquest they relished and make graveyard worm's their immortal heirs.

Now at river bank in sarabesa's, Tumulus and the battalions, who in one wringing tone of bellicose dote 

Clandestinely scribbled in pasquinade to charade bazzars'loots 

The conceit of the bazzars'impudence,scorned the boots .