I Hate That Wordsworth

I HATE THAT WORDSWORTH “I wandered lonely as a cloud”. So starts the famous Wordsworth ode My teacher makes me read out loud. To me that Wordsworth is a pain; For, if I stumble o’er his words, The teacher says, “Again, again.” While children in the class all titter, Enjoying my predicament. No wonder Wordsworth makes me bitter. The poem’s silly and here’s why. How can there be a lonely cloud When there are hundreds in the sky? And though some daffodils are fine, I think it’s overdoing things To see ten thousand in a line. My heart does not with pleasure fill When oft upon my couch I lie, To think of dancing daffodils So, sorry Wordsworth, I’m afraid Your daffodils just bring me pain. I simply hear my teacher say, Go back and read it all again 14th April 2019 Quirky Tercets Contest Sponsor - Nina Parmenter