A mousegray, speckled, hungry moth <br />had found the vicar's holy cloth. <br />When darkness drifted from the spire <br />she started chewing the attire. <br />Slid from the pulpit at great speed <br />a moth whose body was in need. <br />Unerring was his navigation <br />though churches practice obfuscation. <br />God knows that moths eat just like swine <br />they smack and grunt as they recline <br />their favourite food is cotton plain <br />which they can usually obtain <br />where people wear old fashioned frocks <br />like vicar's robes and cotton socks. <br />He did approach her from behind <br />not knowing whether she would mind. <br />And in the folds of holy cloth <br />he perpetrated on the moth <br />a carnal act (one to another) <br />soon after, moth became a moth-er.<br /><br />Herbert Nehrlich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/moth-er-for-grown-children/
