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INSECT TROUBLES

Une Poésie Comique et Tragique, en Pentametre Iambique

By Izzy Ess of Fruit-Fly-Ness Highness

A Monarch Butterfly, King Phillip, was

A master of the social insect buzz,

Who met an Emperor, a Dragonfly,

Who would ignore most insects with an eye

Atop its forehead.  They would hang out with

The men and women of the Air Force myth

And watch the backs of some of them as Brits

Faced dangers in the air with Messerschmitts.

Lieutenant Blair O’Dell was thus convinced

His guardian was Dragonfly and prince

Companion, Butterfly, who sometimes looked

As if they’d booked the Royal Arthur Brooke

Hotel suite with the poster bed and silken sheets,

Enough to make the French Armada Fleets

So highly jealous of the Spanish ships

That would seduce the ladies with the hips

That swivelled like a gyroscopic twirl.

It’s true that Dragonfly was like a girl

With lipstick and a certain dress that was

Too short.  The Butterfly seduced the fuzz

Right off our Dragonfly.  Engaged in sex,

The pair neglected to protect the hexed

O’Dell who fly to Hell when he was shot

By Friendly Fokkers in his belly pot.

As angels, Butterfly and Dragonfly

Had failed with flying colours and were plied

To death by squads of Fire’s Spit

Who drank warm beer, like Guinness, and could hit

A Horsefly hovering above a barn

At hundred-twenty yards.  Captain Blight could darn,

So he had darned above the barn, tar-gets

Of gossamer, steel polymer and frets,

Designed to simulate a Dragonfly

Completely modified with Elmer’s Dry

White glue for wood and paper used for planes

That always fell apart throughout the rains.

The deed was done to every one’s full scale

Un-satisfaction, since the orange pale

And black cute Butterfly was seen to cry

And fly up to the sky with greenish dye.

Suffice to say, in Mandalay, the men

Of Squadron Belly Laugh had said, “Amen!”

THE END

© izzy sommers, md

Welland, Canada

July 24, 2013