As high as a balloon let free in hell

Punctured by his words my spirits fell
I landed in a muddy, unfenced  drain
But as my face was blank, no-one could tell

As high as a balloon let free in hell
I tried a look of pride and deep disdain
But  ruptured by his words, my spirits fell

As stupid as a cat with a loud bell
For lack of mice, I’d cry and I’d complain
But as my voice is dim, no-one could tell

As placid as a milkshake which won’t sell
As  winsome as  a triolet on a train
Punctured by his  glance, my spirits fell

As optimistic as  the  sun in early Fall
As wise as was the jury of Dunblane
But as my voice was cracked, no-one  was thrilled

As sorry as a head with a migraine
As  cosy as a cat  by windows framed
Intense and metered like a villanelle
As my eyes are black, I cannot spell