A Limmeric About A Butterfly

By rizzyg

Thu, 19 Oct 2006
  • 1932 reads
 

There was a butterfly who was awfully bold
But her heart was as pure as a lump of gold
She flew from flower to flower in the warmth of the sun
But when Autumn came, her work was all done
And she was dead before her story could be told

Certificate U
Poem
Children's