Daft Old Bill Poem by Michael Micmac Mccrory

“DAFT OLD BILL”

I look up at the sky and think
What is it that poets see in you?
For all I can see
Is one massive blob of blue

There it is, the poet’s ‘lonely cloud’
To describe it, he takes great pains
But! All it does for me
Is, to open up and pour with rain

Then he says, ’he’s in such a jocund company’
And speaks of golden daffodils
‘In sprightly dance‘ which he then dances with
For god’s sake bill keep taking the pills

Next, he talks of, ‘the bliss of solitude’
‘Dancing with flowers’ No wonder he’s alone
‘His heart with pleasure fills’
As he ‘twinkles on the milky-way’ Via the twilight zone

So if you see someone ‘fluttering and dancing in the breeze’
‘swaying with ten thousand daffodils’
It’s only daft old bill

“You know the old saying! If a Wordsworth is worth doing, it’s a word worth doing properly.”

MICMAC