Shall I Compare Thee to a Daffodil? I dwell in possibility, not rules,Where beetles talk and teacups hum with light.My thoughts wear hats and dance through dreams at night,Unbothered by the ticking clocks of schools.I hear in colours, swim in silent pools,Where daffodils recite their own delight,The sun composes verses out of spiteFor rigid minds …
Making an ass of myself 