Ode to Der Wristband

I wandered lonely as a Lowen
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the TSV,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
1860 saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.


Apologies to poetry fans for defacing Wordworths famous ode to the Lake District. This picture is of Der Wristband overlooking the vista of Lake Windermere.