BLACK BUTTERFLY

 POETRY, PROSE AND PAINTINGS

            Henry Bloe   

To amuse the child, young Henry Bloe,

would play with his brother,

Peek a Boo!

And then one day,young Henry B,

startled the babe with,

Book a Pee!

The frightened child stood up and grumbled

and out of his high chair

he tumbled.

Now baby Bloe being rather stout,

Once on the ground he

rolled about.

He rolled and rolled across the floor.

He rolled right through

the kitchen door.

And Henry could not help but laugh,

as baby brother rolled

down the path.

'H' held his sides and rocked with joy,

to see the little

wobbly boy,

Rolling down towards the gate,

the victim of

uncertain fate.

Then at the gate, was Henry's mother.

She bent to snatch up

little brother.

"What have you done? You bad boy, you."

She smacked and smacked,

Young Henry Bloe.

"Just playing, mum," Poor Henry said.

With out his supper

he went to bed.

And Henry never did again

the awful thing

that caused him pain.

One thing's for certain with master Bloe,

he never again played

Peek a Boo!