William (Buck) Wordsworth in the 21st Century

I wandered lonely; on a cloud
afloat, on a high of ales and pills.
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden giraffodils
Besides the lake, beneath the trees
Eating tins of processed peas

I wandered lonely as a fart
That floats on by o’er desks and chairs
When all at once I saw a crowd
A host a coughing by the stairs
Besides the coolers, beneath the eves

Puking and a retching upon their knees

Contagious was that fart of mine

And it lurked there all the day

They retched in never-ending line

Their nausea would not a bay

Ten or more saw I at a glance

Toss their guts; in unsightly dance

The waves of nausea inside them danced; but they
Out-sprayed the yellow waves in glee
An emetic was needed not that day
In such nauseated company
I gazed and gazed at what I‘d wrought
By blowing off without a thought!

William (Cockermouth*) Wordsworth in the 19th Century

Here's the original real poem, which I'd never "properly" read before, I'm begining to see what it is that other people see in poetry. In order to try and spoof it I had to keep rereading it in my mind and for once got the meaning behind the words. It turns out that by doing so I discovered what a beautifull poem it is. I particularly like the fourth and final verse.

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 golden daffodils;
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 a bay:
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,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.

* COCKERMOUTH - THAT'S RUDE THAT IS!!!