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.
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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”.
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