The Moth

The Moth

There was a moth sat on a cloth
Chewing merrily away.
She sat and munched all through her lunch
And all the livelong day

She loved the soft and gentle feel
Of wool between her teeth
But also savoured Satin sheets
And mattresses beneath

She chewed the lady’s underwear
Though it didn’t taste so good
As a Dinner Jacket hanging in
The wardrobe where it should.

But Master said ‘Outrageous’
And Madam was upset
They called the Pest Controller in
Who puffed and sprayed his best.

But the moth had seen him coming
She recognised his sort.
So she packed her bags and scarpered
Before she was sprayed and caught.