On driving down to Hayle in spring

I wondered lonely as a clod

Which floats on high o'er Dill and Hayle,

When all at once I spied a crowd,

A host of 

[migrant workers on below minimum wage with chronic back pain and short life expectancy picking]

golden daffodils.

Reviews

[James Hanna-Magill]

Dear Mailificus

As Top reviewer on this site for several months almost since I joined, I make a point of welcoming new members as well as those who review me.

I often review long. With over 1,200 read requests and only managing somewhere between two and five lengthy reviews a day, satisfying the demand of this list is impossible.

So first off, welcome to Writers Café.

I was a member of an ex BBC site which sadly closed and after much searching found this the best site to pitch my writing tent.

So review and be reviewed is the motto.

I read this and couldn't help smiling at your perversion of William Wordsworth's own first lines of 'I wandered lonely as a cloud' the real opening words of which are of course you are misquoting:

'I wandered lonely as a cloud
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,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.'

I just loved your piss-take with typical British humour.

I think there is no point in reviewing this at length.

I get the point and it's a hoot.

Best wishes


James

[Malificus]

Thank you for taking the time to do this James. It is very encouraging.

[SyberRose]

I loved this and James review too...:)

[Malificus]

Many thanks for your kind words.

[Stabitha]

lol very good