A lonely little daffodil <br />sat crying on a sandy hill. <br />Her fiancée had taken ill <br />was buried forthwith by the Mill. <br />Came down the path a doctor phil <br />out for a stroll to find a thrill, <br />he was a native of Brazil <br />and had converted oil of krill <br />into a small endorphin pill. <br />He saw the little daffodil <br />still crying on the sandy hill. <br />Administered his special pill <br />to stop her spiralling downhill. <br />He didn't stay there, on the hill <br />to let her have just one refill, <br />that's why the little daffodil <br />still sits there, crying, by the Mill.<br /><br />Herbert Nehrlich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/daffodil-2/
