I Have Got Ten Pens

I have got ten pens from nature ‘den and now I’m imprisoned but seasoned with how reason Clustered but buttered with what I mutter Daunting but flaunting of my pen bends and bow I have got more love from the noble core where I explored and implored the grains that wisdom stored kissed and missed the pains that wisdom dished unfurled and hurled the brain that are austere I have got a strong throng from a nifty pond who makes and bake the cake that crowns my slake, brush and crush the stones that block my view Wait and watch as I stun the lake like a hake