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)
This was cute. Nicely done.
ReplyDeleteHonestly I think we should all write more letters to the Masters of Old. To thank them, but also to tell them to stop making it so hard for future poets to create anything resembling a masterpiece after they set the standard!
ReplyDeleteActually that poem (the original) is a pet hate of mine. It seems so indulgent, somehow.
DeleteThank you for the smile.
ReplyDeleteExcellent.
You're very welcome, Adrian.
DeleteA nice angle there!
ReplyDeleteI am sorry there were no daffodils for Dorothy that day, there were loads here this year :-) Cleverly created,,,,,,
ReplyDeleteI still miss the daffodils, Cait.
DeleteAnd oft, when on my couch I lie
ReplyDeleteIn vacant or in pensive mood
I swear I'll larf until I cry
When reading this by Ms. Garrood
Oh Doc, my heart with pleasure fills
DeleteAnd dances (but not like daffodils).
ah Frances- nice twist- makes me laugh!
ReplyDeleteI suddenly feel very inadequate as a wordsmith.
ReplyDeleteNot as inadequate as I am as a photographer, I trust, GB.
DeleteHa. And never trust a dreamer who isn't better at making tea.
ReplyDeleteUp to your usual standard Frances.
ReplyDeletethanks for the smile...:)
ReplyDeleteMy pleasure, SM.
ReplyDeleteThis is a gem.
ReplyDeleteAs sweet as sugar for your tea!
ReplyDeleteI crown you queen of limerick!
ReplyDeleteWonderful!
ReplyDeleteAnother clever take!
ReplyDelete=)