Wordsworth Would Be Rolling In His Grave

WORDSWORTH WOUD BE ROLLING IN HIS GRAVE So I’m just out there chilling this one time By myself after a hill climb And suddenly down one of the hills I sees this bunch of daffodils. Near the lake, a whole line of ‘em - Blowing in the wind every stem. Wow, there’s like a huge number,. . . .say. . . Oh. . . . . maybe about 10K, ok? The dancing daffodils looked so happy - The waves were dancing too, - but crappy: Yeah, those flowers were better, way Better. . . . and it made me feel kinda gay. * So I’m standing there watching this yellow horde, And like, I’m feeling real bored : And now and again, when I got nothin' else to do, I sometimes remember them too. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Note: This is a paraphrase of Willam Wordsworth’s I WANDERED LONELY AS A CLOUD, reduced to the essential message as seen and spoken by youth of today. *The word “gay” in the original poem means simply “happy”.