Sunday, 11 May 2014

Magpie 219


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)

28 comments:

  1. This was cute. Nicely done.

    ReplyDelete
  2. Honestly 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!

    ReplyDelete
    Replies
    1. Actually that poem (the original) is a pet hate of mine. It seems so indulgent, somehow.

      Delete
  3. Thank you for the smile.
    Excellent.

    ReplyDelete
  4. I am sorry there were no daffodils for Dorothy that day, there were loads here this year :-) Cleverly created,,,,,,

    ReplyDelete
  5. And oft, when on my couch I lie
    In vacant or in pensive mood
    I swear I'll larf until I cry
    When reading this by Ms. Garrood

    ReplyDelete
    Replies
    1. Oh Doc, my heart with pleasure fills
      And dances (but not like daffodils).

      Delete
  6. ah Frances- nice twist- makes me laugh!

    ReplyDelete
  7. I suddenly feel very inadequate as a wordsmith.

    ReplyDelete
    Replies
    1. Not as inadequate as I am as a photographer, I trust, GB.

      Delete
  8. Ha. And never trust a dreamer who isn't better at making tea.

    ReplyDelete
  9. Up to your usual standard Frances.

    ReplyDelete
  10. As sweet as sugar for your tea!

    ReplyDelete
  11. I crown you queen of limerick!

    ReplyDelete