There's a Moth in Randa's Underwear

 Sunday we did laundry.  It was not sunny but the clothes dried quite quickly.  While we were checking for dryness we discovered this fellow in one of Randa's skivies.  So I started thinking about how fun it was and came up with a poem.

                                    There's a Moth in Randa's Underwear

There's a moth in Randa's underwear

It came from, I don't know where 

The creature itself is quite cute

Of that, there is no dispute

But it doesn't belong in panties of pink

And she's too afraid to touch it, I think

And so she wonders what should she do?

Surely, she can't just say , Shoo, Shoo !"

Thinking that if she just walks away

Maybe it will fly to someone else's lingerie

There's a moth in Randa's underwear

It's been a month and it's still there

So there it hangs for all to observe

Randa won't go near it. She hasn't the nerve

The clothesline is bare except for a pink

Reminder that undies are best washed in the sink