On First Seeing One Flutter by
Oh, Butterfly, sweet butterfly,
so beautiful of wing,
such colors so symmetric,
arching colors sing.
Whites, Marbles, and some Sulphurs,
Cool Hairstreaks, Coppers, Blues –
too many formal names
identifying you.
Perhaps you met Sir Spooner
whose names were oft confused
transposing sounds or letters
for ones he rarely used.
Perchance, in thinking names for you
he saw you flutter by
and quickly penned a word or two
and called you Butter fly.
Poetry by NotaDeadPoet
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Written on 2006-12-18 at 05:52
Tags Nature Life Humour
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