My Butterfly Encounter

I wrote a butterfly poem… and I think I kept my man-card intact.

Conceited Crusade

Oh butterfly,
You caught my eye,
One bright and windy day.

I sit and stare.
I doubt you care.
With each step, how you wave.

What bright and vibrant colors.
What art in your design.
It seems a shame that you will spend,
Your life on that behind.

Wait for it…..

ButterAss

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