There's little hope read in my Thesaurus
for that perfect word
perchance a summation,
some see this as a plea of sympathy
yet usher an insincere pray.
Some will scribe Snow into the pretext
telling the  reader with similes
this is not be a test,
there's no rusty pen
furtively this  is  accepted  as their non de plume.
Stained  hands, with scissors
Self  healing  with  hordes of papier-mâché