You brought about quite a change,
You sly piece of rotten mange.
Do not deny what these claims attest;
For it is true what I suggest.
Dreadful Moth!
You are like Hoth:
Despairing and blind
By your grieving that binds.
Forget not your son,
Who is the master of the pun.
He still loves you much,
But is slipping from your clutch.
So lay down your brooch,
Lest they you approach.
Lay down your arms,
Before they cause more harm.
I must now take my leave
This sombre eve
Goodbye, dear sir
Try not to cause a stir.
- a/n -
Hey there, fellow miraculers! I thought I had posted this but appurrently not?? Ah, well. Hope you enjoyed it!
xo, momo