LITTLE RED MOTH… a silly poem

Oh, little red moth

How cute you are.

Sitting on my desk

Should I put you in a jar?

Should take you all around

And show you to my peeps?

Should I move you with the stealth

Of a fighting, ninja priest.

No, I think this time

I’ll just wipe you away.

Because you’re not a moth at all.

Nope! You’re dried strawberry flake!

Author: What Words May Come

Hopeless romantic; joker; father and grandfather; husband; sportsman; part-time writer;

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