Per chance, there was a day, when as I went, I espied, that there were a tailor’s shoppe along the waye.
Surely, I cried, this is the place that I should seek, to have those changes to my attire that I wish to make.
A Poem By SirPeterJamesdotcom.
Dedicated to his love, the Ladye Scarlett, a virtuous Woman.
(with extracts from Proverbs 31:10 – KJV).
The butterfly greeted the caterpillar, “Come let us fly”, warily the caterpillar replied, “Alas, I cannot fly, for I am a caterpillar”. “Hast a caterpillar wings”? The butterfly mocked. ”Of a truth you are no longer a caterpillar, but rather a butterfly. Come, let us fly…”