August 10, 2010


Posted in Poetry/Lyrics at 8:51 pm by bizarrerhymes

I saw a beautiful brown butterfly,
Thinking on a flower,
Suddenly it took off
Glided past my head
and over yonder tower.

This morning in the sun
I saw a white butterfly on a blue flower,
Oh such power.

A swallow soared on a thermals spiralling thrust
TV presenter with a straight face tells of a war,
Mother spends an hour on a pie and a crust
Millions people go to work alone in their car.

A cloud like a ticks head
A ticks-head cloud
Passes over a house
Turns into a rodeo horse.


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