I wandered lonely as a shroud - sorry Wordsworth!

Now I’ve started playing with poems I find ideas all over the place.

So here is A Host of Tinkling, with apologies to Wordsworth.

I wandered lonely as a shroud

That floats through salmon, chocs and cheese

When all at once I saw a crowd 

Of tinkling tinsel Christmas trees

Beside the gin, far from the peas

Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shine

And twinkle in the coffee shops

They stretch in never-ending line

From Marks and Spencer’s down to Boots

Ten thousand saw I at a glance

Tossing their heads in festive trance.

The box of wine beside them shone

Out-did the tinsel strands in glee

A shopper could not help be glum

Beside the tinkling Christmas trees

They seemed to say, with little thought

Look at all the tat you’ve bought.

For oft, when on my couch I lie

In vacant or in pensive mood 

They flash upon that inward eye

Which is the bliss of solitude 

Oh joy, I can lie back with ease

For I escaped the Christmas trees.