Mosterd
Ode to Dud Allende
He wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high oer vales and hills
When all at once he heard the crowd
Moaning as though through fish’s gills
T’was his opponent he suddenly knew
That shadow that passed him by
Bundi Aki had turned the screw
And he had conceded yet another try
WTFF are there no lovers of great poetry on this site?
I like poetry . . . not that childish drivel.
The contents of a private spank bang become influences in society. As we have learned in the West, subservience to LGBT et al ends civilizations. Ende.
So you think Wordsworth wrote drivel Peeper….oh wait you didn’t know it was Wordsworth?
poetry on a rugby board...of all things...nah, I'll pass, thanks.
"Was" being the operative word . . .
No…the operative words are ‘didn’t know’. Look up ‘The Daffodils”.
There, now you are just a little better schooled.
Not saying it wasn't a Wordsworth poem before you butchered it.
Chat GPT, write An Ode to Delande....
Error: "no data". "Chat GPT has no record of anything creative associated with Delande".
Nonsense the rhyme is consistent, the meter is perfect….it flows off the page and it captures the man, confused by any defensive complexity
I doubt you knew it was based on a Wordsworth poem Until I schooled you.
Chat has some good stuff there:
‘He moved through life a master of persuasion’
