James Awakens in a Good Mood

The callithump in James’ brain

rose and fell o’er his mental terrain.

Who was the bride?  Who was the groom?

Who was the clown with a red balloon?

Accustomed to eat his cereal

with thoughts sere and funereal,

why the epithalamium

in his venerable cranium?

Did he deserve unnerving joy?

Was he a lexicographer's toy

who could decathect grumpiness

contemplating callithumpiness?