Martin O'Neill (20-06-1958 / Solihull, Birmingham, England)
Catch 22 if you can
Word stretched her wings and,
When the Comma allowed,
Brazen as a Painted Lady
With her Ringlets of gold,
High as Swallowtails.
The Gatekeeper let her past,
Accepting a Small Copper
For his trouble, an Orange Tip.
Fast as a Hairstreak she winged her way
To the Monarch
Who was fishing for Grayling
Near the town of Camberwell
'Beauty! ' he cried, 'what brings you here? '
Strutting like a Peacock
She asked for a Fritillary of ships
Each with a Large Skipper
And a Red Admiral in overall command
To wage war on the purple Emperor's land,
To unleash Brimstone upon his domain
And reduce it to a
Small Heath, around it a broken Wall,
Brown Tortoiseshell patchwork
Of desolate wasteland.
'No! ' said the Monarch
'Aggression is for the Common.
Blue skies and happiness
Are my edict. Begone! '
The Word looked at her Map
And decided to try the
Queen of Spain far away.
She was never seen again
And the butterflies were happy.
(22 to be found - catch them if you can)
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