I’ve never wanted to be a daffodil

I’ve never wanted to be a daffodil
Whenever I see one that’s when I feel ill
To be or not to be the say
Daffodils just get in the way
And nobody likes them anyway
I’ll show you where you can stick your daffodil.

I’ve never wanted to be a daffodil
They make me ill please someone get a pill
They are so pert and very loud
I wandered lonely as a cloud
I wonder if I’d be allowed
To jump up and down upon some daffodils.

I’ve never wanted to be a daffodil
I haven’t seen many but I’ve had my fill
In bed with Fred the other day
I have a gift, to me he’d say,
A daffodil? Please go away
And by the way I never really loved you.

I’ve never wanted to be a daffodil
My mother has some on the windowsill.
They kind of have a pungent smell
Alas poor Yorick I knew him well
And I hate stupid tulips as well
I’ve never wanted to be
I’ve never been asked to be
Please don’t make me be
A daffodil.

Author: Robert Garnham

Performance and spoken word artist.

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