Not: I Wandered Lonely As A Cloud by William Wordsworth

I  sauntered lonely in a  crowd
With coat so shy,  like half-veiled hill,
When all at once I saw men bowed
A storm of gold with silver frills;
Beside iced cakes , I  saw the bees
Muttering and prancing  with  the fleas

Deciduous as the jars that whine
Like ankles bought on my E-bay
They stretched  on Ted Hughes fishing lines
They were the bargain of  the day:
Ten thousand, awesome,  happen-stand,
Bossing the  Man, who has no chance

The graves beside them nightly bounced, but they
Out-fled the  ducking leaves  to plead
A poet could not be shut dry
In such a  wanton timpani!
I raved—and raved—and  little  taught
What stealth the  throw to me had brought:

For oft, when as I grouch and sigh
To  chimpanzee or  monkey  glued,
They crash  with bluebottle and with fly
Tea a  mix of cold and  shrewd;
And then I start  to pay my bills
For today, that’s all my thrills