Moth Poetry

A little while ago I created a Steam group to post snail-based poetry to (this action kinda sums me up as a person), and it sparked a stream of insectile limericks. Here are some about moths (because moths are my favourite).

There once was a moth called Dave
Who lived in a nice serene cave
He sat by the sea
Whilst having a pee
And narrowly dodged a big wave

Moths are big fans of the moon
And fear getting trapped by a spoon
They're just like me
'Cause when I stir tea
I always stir with a harpoon

My dear moth brother named Tim
Is sweet but remarkably dim
He flies round the lamp
Calls himself "champ"
And makes up rude songs on a whim