Butterflies float around the bottle
The monarchs are in season
Tilt the wings, up to full throttle
With no question for the reason
Splendid spots and polka-dots
An all too fatal clue
Filling us with forget-me-nots
‘Til the dominant shade is blue
A simple A-B rhyme scheme
And a cabinet that beckons
Broken fragments of a dream
A world that no one mentions
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Happy St. Patrick’s Day.
Brilliance.