Alternative Voicing: Catcher In The Daffodils
If you really want to hear about it,
by Professor Poetry Hound
the first thing you’ll probably want to know
is what I was doing standing there like an idiot
staring at a bunch of god damned daffodils and
why I was bothering to write a poem about them and
all that William Wordsworth kind of crap.
But I don’t feel like going into it right now
if you really want to the know the truth.
All I can say is the flowers were golden,
And maybe some wind was blowing on them,
and I called them a “host” but I don’t know how
the hell I came up with that image.