Drain daisy,
O’ gutter flower.
Dirty, pretty weed,
that refuses to die;
Broken wings glisten,
Upon a tiny corpse.
Illuminated by a sliver,
Of morning light.
Fly away butterfly,
Or take flight nevermore;
Watch your step,
Or you’ll fall to your demise.
Humpty Dumpty all grown up,
Pretty little birdie, bye-bye birdie.
Jet black feathers and marigold beak,
Were once attached to a pair of legs.
Varna
