BY ROGER WATSON I wandered lonely as a cloud That floats on high o’er vales and hills, When all at once I saw a crowd, A host, of deadly daffodils I took my spade and dug them up In case they make the kiddies ill. I well recall the mass daffodil poisoning of children in the last century. Poorly educated in the ways of the … Continue reading Deadly Daftodils