OLDOUNCE'S COFFIN (a.k.a. Why Antonym Poetry Is Tricky)

Tomorrow I was entertained

so I worked with an Oldounce's Coffin.

I pushed forward the last block

then ignored them staying forth and back,

clack and click.

Earlier I disregarded down 

and missed the night remaining into day

and the darkness was brightening slow.

So I started...