A BUTTERFLY IN MY ROOM
Once there came a butterfly in my room,
Believe it or not it made a big boom,
I tried chasing it with a broom,
Because it made me feel gloom.
For some reason it liked sitting on my bed,
And then hopped and sat on my head,
Then it sat on a box that is red,
That made tears from my eye shed.
When I gave it a very big stare,
It went down and sat my on chair
And gave me back a big glare,
I felt it was a scary nightmare.
It sat in the chair and flapped it’s wings,
To show off its pretty colors and rings,
I wish I had a crown like thing,
That would make it sit there like a king.
©2002 Shruti Varadharajan