A butterfly, it was,
and not a leaf;
against my belief,
that it ‘was’ a leaf,
that from off a branch
did fall
to the ground,
where it would be found
by leaf-eating creatures;
but, no, it wasn’t so,
it ‘was’ a butterfly,
that before it reached the very ground
did strike its wings
to soar, and glide
upon the breeze,
and alight once more
on a branch
in the trees.
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Tagged #Butterfly, #Flutterby, #leaf, #MistakenIdentity, #poetry. #poem
“That leaf… said Bee,
‘… is the exact same leaf
that fell upon my head last year.’
‘Don’t be ridiculous!’ said Butterfly,
‘it can’t be, Bee…’
Bee liked Butterfly, and didn’t want to appear to argue.
‘No. I suppose it cannot be, for that would almost be beyond bee leaf!’
Butterfly groaned at Bee’s pun, and took her leave.
I know
I know nothing;
which means…
I know something
and not nothing,
as I had, until recently, thought.
But, I know not what
A wasp
And a butterfly
really ought.
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Tagged #bee, #Butterfly, #Flutterby, #nonsense, #poetry. #poem, #silly
The first time I flew
I had butterflies in my stomach,
and was all of a flutter;
my legs felt like jelly,
my wings felt like butter,
and all I could utter
was, ‘Yippedy-doo!’
The first time I flew.
The Butterfly landed upon
the Buddleja,
and perused a while,
calling out to friends and family
to come along…
… and join the throng.
It landed on a leaf,
I thought it was a butterfly;
I looked very closely,
but, to my flutter disbelief,
I found it was just another leaf
that had flown down from the sky.
I said “Hello!’ to the butterfly,
as the butterfly fluttered by;
but the butterfly did not say ‘Hi!’,
as he, or she, just fluttered by;
perhaps, I thought, I am an idiot,
or some such likewise thing.
I have been told
that a butterfly
has six eyes;
however, ‘Biuititieirfily’ is, obviously, quite wrong.
Hurrah! Hurrah! the orange tip
who would not stay,
her bags unzip,
and take up a place upon a leaf,
actually settled for a second;
best endeavours
catch a picture
that is like a bas relief
to me.
Billy Butterfly
liked a flutter,
a gambling butterfly was he;
Billy Butterfly
liked to flutter
to the bookies
at a quarter to three;
where he’d place a bet
on ‘Mother’s Pride’
or ‘Wingin’ It’
or the like;
and Billy Butterfly
often won
the attention of a cashier
named Brie.
Both being of a type,
they dated and flew,
as a pair of courting Flutterbys
are apt to do.
Billy gave up gambling,
and they both settled down,
spending their days
just skimming the hedgerows
on the outskirts of town.
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