Doctor Who Poems

Butterbowflies

Lovely things,

These Butterbowflies

I've heard they perch on your neck

Much neater than ties

The poor little creatures

Just flapping about

Too scared to wave hello

Leaving me to pout

Just out of reach

These critters, they are

Ever so talented

At teasing me from afar

Wonderful patterns

Red, blue, and soft silk

Some with bright polka dots

Others smooth as milk

They're so beautiful up there flying

High in the blue sky

And though I can't catch one,

At least I've got my cool bow tie