Moths are symmetrical,
and don’t they know it.
A symmetrical moth
walked into a parallel bar,
and tripped the light fantastic.
Nothing drastic,
not a ray of gold,
but a high beam of plastic,
and then it left,
bereft at the calls of,
“Lights out!”
and,
“Time Gentlemoths, please!”
Which, as it was a lady moth,
those calls were not quite to her taste.
Speaking of which,
she now had a hunger
for cloth and supper,
and before that urge
could be scuppered,
she flew
into a pocket of darkness
and began to chew.
Symmetrically, of course.
