Says Bee, with glee: John Jacob,
is that you? . . . . Ah me,
I see, I mistook you for Daisy.
Butterfly and I came
flying by, for a quick visit.
Whatever your name is, we
think you’re sweet, and could
play in your purple
frills all day.
Channeling Emily here – plus how great is the suit on the guy in the photo?? It’s an old photo, but then again by now this is also an old poem! Thank you for reading!
The Poetry Patio 