[JustAmy]

Butterfly

What’s in those flowers that you sip,
That makes you seem so tipsy?
We can’t tell if you’re coming from,
Albany or Poughkeepsie,

Or even if you’re going to,
One place or the other.
The way you travel seems to be,
You’re looking for your mother!

Just as a toddler wanders round,
With no fixed course in sight,
The butterfly flits both here and yon,
In most erratic flight.

It seems so inefficient,
Why can’t you just hold still?
And then you stop, and fold your wings,
Upon a daffodil.

You daintily step forward,
“I haven’t touched a drop!”
And just as sober as a Judge,
You spread your wings and FLOP!

And Flip, and Flap, and bounce.
A goonie in reverse.
How can you be so comical?
I know you don’t rehearse.

And yet you get where you must go,
God knows how you can do it.
Perhaps the use of folded hands,
And faith just leads you to it.

By NicknamedBob . . . . March 30, 2004
© 2004

[Gabz]

Oh, how pretty!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[Billie]

Well, I am SO GLAD you got here with your pretty pink tables and butterflies and poem before I leave again to cook dinner! Thank you, Amy - I love the pink butterfly bg! Neat poem, Bob! (I think they're coming from Poughkeepsie.) :)Now I'm going to the kitchen! Will be back!

[tuliptree76]

Good evening, Amy. That's a pretty table.

[Mrs.Nooseman]

Hi Just Amy!

What a beautiful Table!

[Victoria Delsoul]

Hi everybody. Just a quick note to say hello.

Hope everyone is enjoying their evening.

Nice poem, Bob.

Winston is looking great, Tulip.

[Kitty Mittens]

WOW!! Amy, your Table with the Butterflies and Flowers is BEAUTIFUL, and Tulip, yours with the Spider and the Webs is Wonderful, too!

NicknamedBob, you just can't Write a Bad Poem! Your Butterflies and Spiders Poems were both Great!