I came across this parody of 'Daffodils' by William Wordsworth that I wrote a year ago for school, and I had to post it! Hope you find it as funny as my teacher did. :)

I wandered des'late as a cloud

Shedding diamond tears o'er dim hills

When all at once I spied at crowd,

A mob of taunting daffodils,

Beside a moaning lake and trees,

Jabbing and tossing in the breeze,

Brooding as those that I had tossed,

Wet with rain on that dreadful day,

Bright on the grave of she I'd lost.

With her death my love for flowers drained away.

Waves behind them crashed in laughter,

But the flowers jeered at my tears,

Taunting my love, even after

She'd been dead all these endless years.

I gazed and gazed, and sadly thought,

What pain the sight to me had brought:

For oft, when in dark room I lie,

In forlorn, or in pensive mood,

They flash upon my inward eye,

Which is the hell of solitude.

The daffodils, they fill my brain,

Taunting my love for the lost Elaine.