A blue bottle landed on my nose, <br />While a poem I attempted to compose. <br />It wiggled it's legs and cleaned it's wings, <br />And did so many other things. <br /> <br />It stared at me through it's compound eyes, <br />And sat on my nose telling me lies. <br />He said I'm the king of all of the flies, <br />But I'm incognito, I'm in disguise. <br /> <br />He said really I'm purple, not at all blue, <br />The color of royalty, so how do you do? <br />Then he flew off to his affairs of state, <br />Saying his good-byes, cause he couldn't be late. <br /> <br />3/1/11 Alton Texas<br /><br />Juan Olivarez<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-blue-bottle/
