To start, this was not my idea. The idea belongs to my grandad. This is the place for ‘I wandered lonely in a cloud’ spoofs. I will start with my original one, from my NZ blog http://sleepynz.wordpress.com/:
I wandered lonely in a cloud
That floats quite slowly, drenching me
When all at once, I saw some folks
It was a German family
Beside the lake, beneath the trees
Pronouncing doubleyous as vees
This was written on a very wet walk in Queenstown. I consequently had two poetic responces, this from my Grandad:
I wandered slowly as a cloud
formed on my tiny screen.
I cursed in silence (not out loud -
there’s far too many in the crowd
in Chippenham’s library scene).
At last I got to Philip’s stuff,
obscured by cyber fog.
Queenstown’s small – but big enough
to thrill the blood
by water, rope or bungy.
Hang on! What’s this?
It’s really good!
It’s Wordsworth’s latest blog.
Why can’t it talk to me?
When all at once, it said some jokes
They were really quite funny.
But the truth then hit me as a glimmer
washed over the little cloud.
It was only fog on the mirror,
And me talking to myself out loud.
It had a bloody chainsaw and was killing Jack and Jill
And when those thirsty siblings lay in a gory heap
It turned around, and so I ran
It was a psycho sheep!
