Laughodils

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Tags: poetry, parody

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,
Seek 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.
And now: 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.