Sunday, 11 May 2014
LETTER TO WILLIAM WORDSWORTH
Try "wandering lonely as a cloud
That floats on high oe'er vales and hills",
You said. But there's been some mistake.
You promised there'd be daffodils!
"Beneath the trees", "beside the lake", you said.
Well, It was all a fake.
From now on, you can make the tea.
For me. Your sister, Dorothy.
(With thanks to Tess at Magpie Tales for the picture)