Martin O'Neill

Rookie - 4 Points (20-06-1958 / Solihull, Birmingham, England)

Catch 22 If You Can - Poem by Martin O'Neill

Word stretched her wings and,
When the Comma allowed,
She flew,
Brazen as a Painted Lady
With her Ringlets of gold,
High as Swallowtails.
The Gatekeeper let her past,
Accepting a Small Copper
For his trouble, an Orange Tip.
Fast as a Hairstreak she winged her way
To the Monarch
Who was fishing for Grayling
Near the town of Camberwell
'Beauty! ' he cried, 'what brings you here? '
Strutting like a Peacock
She asked for a Fritillary of ships
'Flotilla.' 'Whatever.'
Each with a Large Skipper
And a Red Admiral in overall command
To wage war on the purple Emperor's land,
To unleash Brimstone upon his domain
And reduce it to a
Small Heath, around it a broken Wall,
Brown Tortoiseshell patchwork
Of desolate wasteland.
'No! ' said the Monarch
'Aggression is for the Common.
Blue skies and happiness
Are my edict. Begone! '
The Word looked at her Map
And decided to try the
Queen of Spain far away.
She was never seen again
And the butterflies were happy.


(22 to be found - catch them if you can)


Comments about Catch 22 If You Can by Martin O'Neill

  • Silver Star - 4,035 Points Diane Hine (3/7/2012 7:51:00 AM)

    I got 25 because I counted some twice. Cleverly concise and amusing. (Report) Reply

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  • Rookie - 2 Points Paul Hansford (1/27/2009 4:57:00 AM)

    Well done. Not what I was expecting from the title ('Catch-22', the book?) but wittily done. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, January 6, 2009

Poem Edited: Wednesday, February 8, 2012


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