I am NOT a lonely cloud!?

“I wandered lonely as a cloud” are words that I resent
Apparently, this morbid poet knew not what he meant!
So insolent, he must’ve been, to try and make it seem
Like clouds are crying, and the sky is a *blue* place to be

If anything, I’m sick of people! lying on the grass
Assigning nonsense shapes to me and pointing as I pass
“It’s a robot lion! No! A flaming bar of soap!”
While William calls those daffodils a (hack)- a golden host.

Don’t these awful people know a flower dies, but me-
I keep within my puffy form an immortality
I’m everywhere! I rain on things- you drink me in your cups!
Lonely? Pah! For a cloud, I’ve done and seen too much

I’m Cirrus! Although I’m floating in the stratus-sphere
I’ve half a mind to spoil your outdoor wedding this year
So poets, don’t spew metaphors like croaking from a frog!
Take care in using all of them, or I’ll descend as fog.

Wordsworth the great , I love the poem .