For the Poetry Lovers Among You
I wandered lonely as a cloud
Two metres from the madding crowd
When all at once my name was called
To enter Sainsbury’s hallowed hall.
This was the pensioners’ special hour
I’d gone to get a bag of flour
But I forgot, when through the door
What I had gone to Sainsbury’s for.
The Sainsbury’s staff were extra kind
I told them it had slipped my mind.
They asked what else I had forgot
They clearly thought I’d lost the plot!
I phoned my wife again to ask
She reminded me of this special task:
“I need some flour to bake a cake
With all that cream you made me take”
“Ah, yes, I recall” I had to lie
I dared not ask what flower to buy
But then I saw them next to the tills
A bunch of golden daffodils!
(with apologies to Wordsworth)