John Thorkild Ellison

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An Irreverent Poem About Wordsworth - Poem by John Thorkild Ellison

I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host of golden daffodils -
I was feeling rather pleased with myself
And my poetic skills,
When suddenly I got a fright -
I'd forgotten to take my pills!

The pills enable me to write
And rhyme and scan as well,
Some people say it is just sh*te
Exclaiming 'Go to hell! '
I write about flowers and beggars and sheep
And lots of soppy things,
Young women read my verse and weep
While angels flap their wings.

My name is Wordsworth (call me Bill)
And modern students find me a bore,
But I'll go on bleating forever until
They boot me out and lock the door! !

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  • (12/10/2009 5:13:00 PM)

    Amusing! A little bit of irreverance isn't unwelcome! (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, December 10, 2009

Poem Edited: Wednesday, January 27, 2010

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