William Wordsworth remains one of my favourite poets. So does this short parody. I couldn't help smmiling when reciting it silently.
I wandered lonely as a cow,
And died sad as a bee,
And lied down cold with earth above,
No daffodil to see.
And I was buried on the field
Drained by a lonely stream
Where roses fade and lilies yield
To mourn my broken dream.
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