Fluttering Moth

Nail file ready I Chipped, Chopped Lost in thought Of kicking your nads in Window open Lights turned on Inviting moths To dance Giggling silently Chopped, chipped Lost in fantasy Of plans not yet complete An intruder alert A flying creature Buzzed by Quick! Arms dancing Rhythmic, manic beat Bing, bang, bong Panic ensued Nail file in hand Fluttering around Reflected in light Thud! Brilliant flash of white Temporarily blind There goes my head Such agony! (I wrote this when Quraz asked me a long time ago to write something humorous about an incident that occured with a nail file and a moth, the result is the above.)