Forgive me if I seem a nutter,
the way I mumble, moon, and mutter,
but I can’t help my palpitating
when my heart is all aflutter.
Pardon that I cling to what’re
rhymes as rife with fat as butter—
maybe even nauseating—
but my heart is all aflutter.
Please absolve me when I putter
aimlessly, and stammer, stutter,
stumble as I’m indicating
that my heart is all aflutter!
You have me smiling this morning! Love the artwork too! 😊 xx
🙂 😀 Smiling right back at you! With love. 😀
What’re and butter! Groan (just my envy oozing out).
Is it really envy, or just butter oozing? 😉
They are, at times, one and the same!
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Loving butterflies are unavoidable. But pretty fun. 😉
And so all other rhymes forsaking,
You chose those dozen lines to utter.
Am I self-incriminating,
Or my mind just in the gutter?