Flying from across the bluish skies
In clouds as white as the ocean beds
Shooting from side to side, in parallel lines
In sparkly wings; it danced across with pride
For a Jolly social-butterfly it was!
From the hill-tops to the river banks
It hovered round nature’s earthly creations
The sun poured out some golden rays on its wings
The ecstatic winds sang aloud of its splendour
For a famous social-butterfly it was!
Reverenced by the acacia and the betula nigra
Who offered their juicy nectars for no price
The flighty-fluffy butterfly found its way round hearts
But for the joys of freedom, it had failed to be wise
Oh! The naïve butterfly was foolish too!
Once the jolly social-butterfly took to the air
Showing off its colours for some silly applauds
Flip– went its sparkly wings; flap–on a retiring bird
And nothing was left of it but its falling colours
For the frail silly-butterfly was a haughty one indeed!
“The devil wipes his breech with poor folks’ pride” — Ben Franklin
Written By: ‘Nonye J. Chidolue (@NonyeWrites)