CharlaXWillSonnet 126 O thou, my lonely boy, who in my power

CharlaXWillSonnet 126 O thou, my lonely boy, who in my power

A Paroday Today of Willam S
O thou, my lonely boy, who in my power
Dust holds Time upon thy fickle sickle hourglass;
Which thing by sanding flown,
and thereinside glasses shown
We as lovers dithering een as thy sweet self growns;
Iff MotherNature, unparrellogram over
all the pool halls racks,
all sixteen balls at oncet
she must be counting cue as one.
Becauseth of the time is sanding faster now
more closer to the bottom now
or that thy skillet manly arts kills time?
Yet be afeared her, but not of eye
O thou minion of my pleasure boy!
She may keep us in vain aparte ,
but not still keep for longer time,
my treasure is this boy:
Boy think thou hast the key
too flat the number there
on wall on key on heart just knock
And eye shall render thee, my lonely boy.
CharlaXCearean Sonnet 126 O thou, my lonely boy,
who in my power A Paroday Today of William S