Wednesday, 4 March 2009

I wandered lonely as a Dud

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.

Got ten minutes? Check this.

If you like classical music, you will laugh.

If you like Tom Jones, you will laugh.

If you like William Wordsworth, you will HOWL with pain and horror at what they have done to one of your favourite poems.



David McKay said...

Shouldn't that be "I wandered lonely as a Pete?"

Lisa said...

LOL, I love that whole sketch. I have a Tom Jones CD in my CD player and every time "It's Not Unusual" comes on, I can't help but think of that and laugh. Plus I love Beethoven. And Dudley. And that dance Peter does is great, hehe!