Poison ivy came up like a rose in red and thorny garb I look, liked and did dare touch my pals my avid touch espied with green and frosty eyes I should've only looked, and not leapt, For away and over my rising moon she flew On clipped wings of my dream Now a song-filled air pocket of serenades A love's wretch, my dream is a hornbill Flightless and tottering. My dream remains a dream still Now my dream is a locked-up serenade
The mood of the persona is one of___________
A. Contempt B. Hilarity C. Despondency D. Hopefulness
