I have been told
that a butterfly
has six eyes;
however, ‘Biuititieirfily’ is, obviously, quite wrong.
By the Book (sic)
Bardly Writ
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The orange tip
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
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.
The Butterfly Flea
“What is in it for me?”
said the Butterfly,
“And why are you calling I—
sorry, why are you calling me
a Butterflea Fly?
when I am obviously, a butterfly flea—
oh, now you’re confusing me…
I am
a butterfly;
but, really, I should be called
a flutterby,
do you see?”
Graeme Sandford 