I love to see the daffodils,
they're just so very yellow.
In jugs upon the window-sills
they make me feel so mellow!
But when the daffs begin to niff
it gives my Will the willies,
so now I buy them market-fresh,
flown over from the Scillies.
Mrs Wordsworth, What a loverly pome. Very bright and cheerful-like. Love to see those dear little daffs in a row on the sill. Tell me, how's your dear Willy? Still got his head in the clouds I suppose. Ta ta for now.
you can have some of my inspiration if you'd like. I have some to spare. so you don't have to write about the Fart button anymore.
Brilliant Michael, I haven't stpped laughing and I read this nigh on ten minutes ago.
Michael, you told me you were being inspired today, but I didn't realise your inspiration was of the trans-gender nature... but hey, this is pretty cutish, Wordsworthian indeed, and obviously I prefer the added rather more Shepherdian added verse.... t x
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
LOL! Mikey, do you know 'A Nursery Rhyme (as it might have been written by William Wordsworth) ' by Wendy Cope? Look it up!