We all know that William
Wordsworth was a bit of a poet, but it appears he missed out poetry about
Zombies. I am sure he meant to write at least one poem about them but was probably
advised against the idea by his publishers, who as with most publishers like to
play safe and only publish nice safe poetry edited to death about say daffodils. So I think it
is time for History to put things right with William Wordsworth’s famous . . .
. . A host of Groaning Daffodils (sorry Zombies)
They
staggered groaning very loud
Chasing
folk across o'er vales and hill
When
all at once I knew it was a crowd
A
host of gory zombies that kill;
Beside
the lake, beneath the trees,
Stuttering
and dancing as they sneeze
Werewolves
howling as the full moon shines
Witches
sniggering getting in the way
Zombies
stretch'd in never-ending lines
Along
the margin of a bay:
Ten
thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing
their heads in sprightly dance
The
Witches waving their wands; but they
Where
Attacked by the Zombies with much glee:
A
poet could not but shout out and say
In
such a jocund company:
Look
Out – Look Out – But I had not thought
The
Zombies think pudding I had brought
For
oft, when on my couch I lie
In
vacant or in pensive mood,
Those
Zombies flash upon that inward eye
Which
is the bliss of solitude;
And
then my heart with pleasure fills,
And
dances with Monstrous Zombie thrills
The
END
Wasn't this originally titled, 'I wandered slowly as one of the un-dead?'
ReplyDeleteWell it certainly has turned the Blog into one of the undead. . . . Either folk love William Wordsworth and I have gone one step too far. Or Culture has taken a turn for the worse and the poets of yesteryear are a bit like the Kiss of Death (something I need to write a little story about)
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