Apologies to Wordsworth

With particular reference to Probus members in these troubled times - and apologies to Wordsworth who might recognise the style but certainly not the content! ................

I wandered lonely as a cloud

Two metres from the madding crowd

When all at once my name was called

To enter Waitrose hallowed hall.

This was the pensioners’ special hour.

My wife said: “Buy a bag of flour”.

But I forgot, when through the door,

What I had gone to Waitrose for.

The Waitrose staff are very kind.

I told them it had slipped my mind.

They asked what else I had forgot

They clearly thought I’d lost the plot.

I phoned my wife again to ask.

She reminded me of this special task:

“I need some flour to bake a cake

With all that cream you made me take.”

“Ah yes, of course” I had to lie.

I dared not ask what flower to buy.

But then I saw them next the tills

A bunch of golden daffodils!