Wordsworthian Woes

I wandered lonely as the moon Across a field of drooping corn Then all at once began to swoon; My hope for romance was reborn. Beside the stile, beneath the oak Stood a rather handsome - looking bloke. As sparkling as the stars that shine His dazzling smile secured my heart Two rows of pearly whites divine And perfect lips - a work of art. The sun's rays beamed across the wold Coating his hair with streaks of gold. All else beside him simply paled For he outshone the very sun With legs of jelly, I inhaled And arms outstretched, began to run Towards the oak, beside the stile Matching his enticement with a smile. Then there she was, a perfect dream With rosy cheeks and golden hair Running right past me (I could scream) Into his arms, which left me there With bright red face and mortified Looking for a place where I could hide! But oft, when in my bed I lie Alone, and slowly counting sheep His face appears and with a sigh I blissfully fall off to sleep. There in my dreams I win the race And fall into his warm embrace. 24.12.20 William Wordworth - I wandered lonely as a cloud parody Parody of a famous poem contest Sponsor : L MILTON HANKINS N/A