I wandered lonely as a Bear,

I wandered lonely as a Bear,

Through Faerie woods and Raven hills

Learned strange and mystic wisdom there,

I never should eat daffodils

I woke with head of fluffy verse

And shoulders knotted up like rocks,

It must be said, the poets curse,

Why can’t I find my fucking socks?

Not getting wet, in stream I stood

Whilst chickens clucked upon the bank

It’s early yet, perhaps I could

Go back to bed and have a snooze

 

 

Well, it’s better than “Testing, testing, one two, one two…two two two”

Who knows, it might be the only thing I ever post…. but then again…