A horrifically stupid parody of William Wordsworth’s “Daffodils”. Mostly finished by 2019-12-23, but only revised and posted at 00:35 on 2020-01-30.
I read of Wordsworth's daffodils To set my mind a-wandering, That loyal hound! It carried back A silly thought, no somber thing: "Although I cherish daffodils, They're far outstripped by laughodils." The laughodil's a precious plant: It isn't sold in any store. If giggling is what you want, Ask those who scour the forest floor (Though when a laughodil they find, They're loath to part, as with gold mined.) When seekers bargain, pay their fee, Or flowerless you will return. Once back: be careful! For, you see, The cooking method's hard to learn. But if you only persevere The hour of laughter will be near. With juice of laughodil in hand, Take just one sip — not one sip more! A single sip will bring you glee, But two means pain forevermore. Be off with you. For all it's worth, I hope you find that mystic mirth.