If you really want to hear about it,
the first thing you’ll probably want to know

is what I was doing standing there like an idiot
staring at a bunch of god damned daffodils and

why I was bothering to write a poem about them and
all that William Wordsworth kind of crap.

But I don’t feel like going into it right now
if you really want to the know the truth.

All I can say is the flowers were golden,
And maybe some wind was blowing on them,

and I called them a “host” but I don’t know how
the hell I came up with that image.

Professor Poetry Hound

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/alternative-voicing-catcher-in-the-daffodils/