Oh, Wordsworth: what have I done to your daffodils?

Sorry, William Wordsworth. Seeing your “host of golden daffodils” blooming in the pouring rain, in England, in early January this year, I couldn’t help but borrow your format to express my utter amazement. In a far less literary, but probably more contemporary way…

Oh, Wordsworth: what have I done to your daffodils?

F*** me, those must be daffodils

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