Image provided by Tess Kincaid
There once was a moth named Bash
Flying crazily to lights with a smash
Said he blearily
I feel rather sillily
Pretty lights are toasty hot when I crash!
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They are blindly attracted to
ReplyDeletelights, that is why! Pity!
Nicely Kathe!
Hank
No one could tell wether Bash was the butter or the toast ...
ReplyDeleteawww...so sorry mothy :)
ReplyDeleteThe first limerick I have read on Magpie Tales - well done! :)
ReplyDeleteThat first bulb is a doozie! A fun rhyme for this picture.
ReplyDeleteYou'd think they'd learn after a while :)
ReplyDeleteThat made me laugh!
ReplyDeleteI think I saw him crash the other night. I'm pretty sure of it.
ReplyDeleteHave a fabulous day honey. Big hugs. :)
More and more .. I enjoy your sense of humor!
ReplyDeleteToasty hot when I crash?
ReplyDeleteWhat have you been up to? XX
They say that when you die you should go towards the light. So when we die we should all act like moths? Hmnnn....
ReplyDeletesmashingly clever Kath.
ReplyDeleteHumor mixed with truth....a lovely batter you have stirred up here Kathe!
ReplyDeleteThis was fun to read..I enjoyed the humor.
ReplyDeletepoor moth!!....make me smile..nice!!
ReplyDeleteThanks for the giggle...it was time for a light one (no pun intended)...
ReplyDeleteC H U C K L E S... Love and Light, S
ReplyDeletehaha
ReplyDeleteI think I liked the title best of all.
=)