Sonnet in American Sentences

Runnel vision squeaks my posies not in a position to impose.

Is that you, Rose, unfurnishing saddle points from here to netherware?

Fair trade demeans the greed of cavalier inhalers shouting "mas! mas!"

Hostile rakes embed themselves in groups of theatrical confusion.

Delusional viewing of out-takes outsource the broad side of the barn. 

Whose yarn crawls onto the knitting needles of the closely held corpus?

Corpulent owners imitate unwilling parallel lineage.  

Age old verklempt voice boxes channel veneers needing uncracking. 

Crack on! spouts the one invested in celestial mechanics.

Mechanical voodoo veers away from most taut arrangements.

Estranged corn pone blowhard seems thrown by the emotionally windblown.

Known rules once cauterized deflect the joules invisible parsed stones.

Stone shaped integers reflect haptic guesswork soon plagiarized by heart. 

Part of the invisibility of future tact detracts from wine.

"Blimey," he spat as we commiserated about brain surgery.