Amidst a ****** of declines

Lie heaps of somber morrow.

Leered upon by a pack of morose

Lured by a school of utter dispose

Through tides of hungry Prides

My gaggles of  dreams took flight;

My shiver of desires slept the night

A congregation of mind's elation.

An arbitration of puns and nouns

With a sense of little to an ounce

Is all this morning ever took

For a smile to look good.