Song For Tuesday

[WhistleHappy]

Psst, this'll **** the young un's up.....

'Don Rogers a duck quack quack, quack quack! '

[Tall King Blox]

this will frig um betterer

 

I WANDERED lonely as a cloud That floats on high o'er vales and hills, When all at once I saw a crowd, A host, of pissed up city fans; Beside the lake, beneath the trees, Fluttering and dancing in the breeze. Continuous as the stars that shine And twinkle on the milky way, They stretched in never-ending line Along the margin of winterstoke road: 10 Ten thousand saw I at a glance, Tossing their heads in sprightly dance. The waves beside them danced; but they Out-did the sparkling waves in glee: A poet could not but be gay ?, In such a jocund company: I gazed--and gazed--but little thought What wealth the show to me had brought: For oft, when on my couch I lie In vacant or in pensive mood, 20 They flash upon that inward eye Which is the bliss of solitude; And then my heart with pleasure fills, And dances with the daffodils or just see the smiths on yonder hill and throw a disgruntled daffodil. 1804.