Daffodil

A lonely little daffodil sat crying on a sandy hill. Her fiancée had taken ill was buried forthwith by the Mill. Came down the path a doctor phil out for a stroll to find a thrill, he was a native of Brazil and had converted oil of krill into a small endorphin pill. He saw the little daffodil still crying on the sandy hill. Administered his special pill to stop her spiralling downhill. He didn't stay there, on the hill to let her have just one refill, that's why the little daffodil still sits there, crying, by the Mill.