Grondofills - by The Grond King Salil

a poem by grondolium grondsworth (thats the poet who took grond literature to it's pinnacle for the ignorant and uninformed)

i gronded lonely as a cloud
high on over gronds and hills
when all at once i saw a crowd
a host of golden grondofills
besides the grond beneath the trees
gronding and dancing in the breeze.

gronding as the stars that shine
and twinkle in the grondy way
they stretched in a neverending line
grond thousand saw i at a glance
gronding their heads in a sprightly dance

the gronds besides them danced but they
outdid the gronding gronds with glee
a poet could not be but gay
in such a gronding company
i gazed and gazed but little thought
the grond to me the show had bought

for oft when on my grond i lie
in a vacant or pensive mood
they grond upon that inward eye which is a bliss in solitude
and then my grond with pleasure fills
and dances with the grondofills


(that ought to make william wordsworth grond in his coffin, what say, I say GROND)