A BUTTERFLY NAMED IRVING

There was a butterfly named Irving,
When he flew he went a swerving,
He got by a bird and bat,
And, an orange kitty cat,
They found his moves perturbing,

Irving the butterfly liked to dance,
The lady butterflies he'd romance,
Irving strove to improve,
His every dance move,
So, his lady luck he could enhance.

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POOR BUTTERFLY: A FABLE POEM

Poor butterfly fluttering in the air,
With such desperation and despair,
The snow is blowing and winter is here,
It is the time that butterflies fear,

Unless, of course they do not taunt fate and stay,
And, with their fellow butterfly pilgrims stray,
Soon to greet the warm equatorial day,
And, feast on sweet nectar beneath the sun’s glowing ray.