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]
Oh, please do Emily!
ReplyDeleteLOVE those!! Now I want to do one too...
ReplyDeleteWhat a great idea!
ReplyDeleteOh look! There's a bird in a gyre
The centre cracks up, all's afire;
Civility's goosed,
Mere anarchy's loosed -
We're wallowed in insesate mire.