My most malicious moth, motionless, made his mark. My mind meandered.....maybe more might multiply....
"Mean and Mighty Moth!" I muttered, "MOVE!"
"May moonlit mice move in and masticate...
May many more meet your merry mindless mini-kin folk."
May mean Morning Doves munch your mothy wings.
My Malabrigo means more to me than m and m's.
More than meat, Mars bars, martini's, marmalade, and Merlot.
Millions more....
so move Maverick...MOVE...or meet your Maker.."
4 comments:
Bravo!! You're terribly talented when it comes to alliteration.
Yikes! That's one big moth --- cute poem too.
You turn out to become quite a poet :-) Wonderful alliteration!
brings to mind scripture.."Meaningless, Meaningless. Everything is Meaningless!"
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