NaPoWriMo 2018 Day Four
Milne
Praised the daffodil as a lady
Ushering in Spring
With grace and beauty
Shakespeare
Claimed the blossoms
Swept in
On the winds in March
And Wadsworth, he wandered
Lonely,
Until he was struck by a host of golden petals
Dancing
Me,
I don't see the allure
In this narcissistic narcissus
An opinion,
Which is based solely
On the daftness of the daffodils
As they serenaded Alice
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