What irony, or trick of eye, To ascribe to things, what they deny, Such that a thing becomes defined, By what it simply won't abide, And so becomes identified, By what it chose to cast aside, Not by what it holds inside, But that without, which we have spied

A butterfly is named after me, My liege. A name given out for the Crown, Milord. A Royal name for a dainty creature. My first half is the name of a woman, with a look on her face. The second is what doubles the logo of red and yellow.

sheet of material bent round you wear it as a bride or groom a ding from a bell or circular shapes in trees

A creature inspired by bar codes and crosswalk and yet people still assume I'm just a painted stallion.

Unlike many words, I sound exactly like myself!