I Wandered Lonely As a CloudThis is just a smackerel of the doggerel to be found here. I'm working on my own right now. More on that later. My muse can't be rushed.
There once was a poet named Will
Who tramped his way over a hill
And was speechless for hours
Over some stupid flowers
This was years before TV, but still.
[via Rusty via Metafilter]