Daffodils As fractured by Janet Kenny

I drifted along in a vapour
but started to warble and caper
        when acres of yellow
        all shimmied like jello,
which fact I commit now to paper.

Ode On Intimations Of Immortality As fractured by Robert Schechter

When I was a boy, I was happy,
a dad to my very own pappy,
        but when I grew old
        the world struck me cold
and sometimes I felt downright crappy.

But as I grew wiser I learned
inside me God’s torches still burned,
        and so now and then
        felt joyful again
as all the good feeling returned.