May 3, 2025

Patience.Sonnet 37

Now doth they stroke their goofy cheeks, Behold,ahoy as eureka for those who bilk to milk the golden hills,
And lo patience gins to chide its infamous patients over this shambolic sod
And lo enfanterible impatience lay there akimbo;
In the cunning bay to vouchsafe and stoop to slap her Immodest coteries ,
Moreso,even as nature utters in lutarious language cloy,
She could hardly speak but to her gutter tears 
Forced to pant than being implored to salvage burning cheeks,
What windy sigh on the gliding steam,
Ignominy in awed resistance made her frenetic
In the distant ransack for the subtle mettle of agog afficionados,
Perforce she forces them to overflow her victorian banks,
Where force majeure was stolen before sunrise snow ball into sunset,
Illustrious city as immortal fiend afar she gazeth in suspense of nightmare in boring thrillers.

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