I wandered lonely as a clown,
Over many a vale and hill.
My circus long left this town,
Endless worries making me ill.
It's time now to check out,
Cash in this clown's chips.
No more troubles to talk about,
From my sad suicidal lips.
The cliff edge now claims me,
The ground silencing my shrills.
Now dying the last thing I see,
Are hosts of flattened daffodils.
A beautifully crafted poem imbued with humor. Great rythym and rhyme. Five Stars! ! !
Thanks Dominic just a parody of a play on words. Nothing too pretentious or highbrow. Just good old fashioned daft fun. Not to take myself too desperately arty f a r t y serious. Thanks again and you get it.
Great parody of Wordsworth's famous poem Shaun! I particularly like your concluding line..really sums up the mood of the poem..humour punctuated by broken dreams, despair. It's definitely a flattened daffodils inspired five from me!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
So mellifluous when read. Loved reading it. Please correct the misspelled word rythym to rhythm..