Vexillology Poems | Examples

My River Thames

The place where your butterflies flitter 
free in the meadow,
licking the ambulant stream, 
the dew from life's vessels, 
perspirant milk of purity honey- 
Bursting from out of the seams. 
The shine of the little fluttering-Bearcat, 
pillar of change, 
for seasons changelings stage buttering.;
In that; constant, source of inspirationing, 
constantly in ironys schemes. 
Vacation on vocational vexillology,
Vocation-vacationing 
in the spring.
I hope you always find yourself a wonder-pleasuring.
A pleasure in-wondering at home in the free of bond.
But never in singularity.
Never reeling, never changing.
Always becoming to the laeity of the des-parity.
A Carrier to Carry-On.