White Butterfly

Flip, flop they fly in a random way

The White Butterfly, otherwise dubbed the Cabbage White

Aptly named I guess, ‘cos that’s what they do

They bugger up cabbages! Chew, chew, chew!

If that’s not enough in their random way

My cabbages destroyed, the flutterbys start on my kale

Kale in my smoothie, (yum) to reduce my waist

But caterpillar protein’s not at all to my taste!

Now blow me down in a random way

They’re chewing my nasturtiums, they flower so prettily

Which helps, (its true) stave off macular degeneration

I’ll squish those flip flops! Oh such vexation!

They flutter ’round my garden in a random way

Choosing tender-sweet leaves, a tiny wee egg to lay

I swipe and I snatch, and chase like a clot

Missed her completely, I’m tied in a knot!

They flip and they flop in a random way

Quick as I am (cunning too), they flutter on by as I swing to attack

I tripped on a plant, got caught up in vines

I’ll get you yet, you demented swines!

There’s another flip-flopping in a random way

This time I charged at a considerable gate, another miss

But then, alas (and alack if you like), I came a great thud

Arse up like a clown, among all my spuds!

I thought to myself in a random way

Try catching the blighters by hand, just wastes my time

I’ll find my old racquet, so long out of use

I’ll swipe with precision and never call ‘Truce!’