I wandered lonely as a c**t

I wandered lonely as a c**t

I wandered lonely as a c**t

that floats down Grange and Riverside

when all at once I saw a crowd,

beside the Taff, beneath the sleaze

A host, of golden daffodils;

continuous as the stars that shine

fluttering and dancing in the breeze

along the margins of Cardiff Bay.

They'd jumped off the Water Tower

and legged it over the Bridge

They were trying to escape the developers

Terry, Trace & Smidge

They knew the BBC were coming

and didn't want to pay to play

A poet could not but say

"Well done lads and lasses"

and get out of the way.

One thing they hadn't banked on

was the rugby and the piss

burger wrappers and human crap

that flash upon that inward eye

for oft, couch potato I lie

in anxious and pensive mood

which is the bliss of solitude

and then my fart with methane fills

and blows within the daffodils