In the Stone

SATURDAY CENTUS
http://jennymatlock.blogspot.com/2011/06/saturday-centus-within-stone.html
suggests 'In the Stone'.

MELLOW YELLOW MONDAY

IN THE STONE

It once was a thing of beauty.

It spread wide its golden wings

As it traversed the ancient palms

And hovered

Over the heads of dinosaurs.

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Then came rain.

The deluge beat it to the ground

And stamped on it.

It could no longer fly.

Leaves covered it,

Mud engulfed it,

Time obliterated it.

Mud turned to stone.

The butterfly was locked away inside

For ever.

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Aeons later came the little hammer.

The stone was cracked.

The butterfly is beautiful once more.

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CRICK!

What a lovely word is 'Crick!'
One almost hears the neck-bones click!
'I've a crick in my neck!' we often say,
Hoping that it will go away!
Here's a cartoon by Gerald Gee,
Who always saw  things differently.
His sense of humour  was unique,
All his characters seemed to speak!
This chap's in a trap of his own making!
No wonder that his neck is aching!
This Wide Screen is far too wide!
He's quite all right from side to side,
But top to bottom's touch and go!
He'll get a crick from bending low.
His expression says it all!
Clearly he's very much too tall!
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I miss your humour, Gerald Gee.
It meant a very great deal to me.
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