The Daffodils

The Daffodils

I wander'd lonely as a cloud,

Take my Sony np-f960 with me,

That floats on high o'er vales and hills,

When all at once I saw a crowd,

A host of golden daffodils,

Beside the lake, beneath the trees,

Fall around my Sony np-f970,

Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shine,

And twinkle on the milky way,

They stretch'd in never-ending line,

Along the margin of a bay:

Ten thousand saw I at a glance,

Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

Happier than my HP pavilion dv6 battery,

The waves beside them danced, but they,

Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:

A poet could not but be gay,

In such a jocund company!

I gazed --- and gazed --- but little thought,

What wealth the show to me had brought;

For oft, when on my couch I lie,

In vacant or in pensive mood,

Take out my ThinkPad t60p battery,

They flash upon that inward eye,

Which is the bliss of solitude;

And then my heart with pleasure fills,

And dances with the daffodils.