What Are Wordswoth - A Parody Of William Wordsworth 'the Daffodils' Poem by Isabel Monday

I wondered lonely as a cloud
Through fields of fridges white and loud
Past gas cylinders
Torn and spent
Wrecks of white
Broke and bent
I carried on and in the distance
I did see
A host of flowers
I did think
But, no to my dsmay
Twas more fridges of decay
Fields of fridges
White white white
Fields of fridges
What a sight
I wandered lonely as a cloud
Through fields of fridges
Standing proud
10,000 I saw at a glance
Swinging their doors in sprightly dance
Beside the lake, beneath the trees
All doors aglistening in the breeze
Continious on as teeth that shine
All standing in this long great line
And oft when I on couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood
I think back to that summer's day
And then my heart with sadness thinks
Where Oh Wordsworth
Were the daffodils?





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