Posed as a Brooch
As I approached the turnstile
it perched upon my shoulder,
a golden butterfly,
posed as a brooch.
(My, my...they're growing bolder)
Imagining she could free-load,
she winked her little eye.
Would I have to pay admission
for my friend from in the sky?
As I reached into my wallet
the toll-maid smiled at me,
'No charge today for hangers-on
and butterflies are free.'
By cherryk
© 2010 cherryk
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