An anonymous village laureate has submitted this tribute to William Wordsworth, which we publish with pleasure -Ed
I wandered lonely as a cloud
Two metres from the maddening crowd
To enter Morrisons’ hallowed hall.
This was the pensioners’ special hour.
My wife said: “Buy a bag of flour”.
But I forgot, when through the door,
What I had gone to Morrisons’ for.
The Morrisons’ staff are very 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 loaf
To feed you up – you stupid oaf”
“Ah yes, of course” I had to lie.
I dared not ask what flower to buy.
But then I saw them next the tills-
A bunch of golden daffodils!