Help! I hate insects and moths are no exception
There's hundreds of them; where did they come from?
They're in the loft, the sitting room and around the house
This is the worse thing, since I saw that mouse
in London town, down Seven Sisters way,
that when I screamed, it ran away.
I wake up, in a cold sweat and panicking;
was it a dream, or was it really happening?
It's sunny outside and I realise
moths like the darkness, unlike flies.
So it must be a dream, all in my head,
I think to myself as I get out of bed.
What does it mean? could it be a sign
of things to come or just my mind
playing tricks on me, as I lie in late,
to make me get out of bed as the clock strikes eight?
I really must meditate on this dream
as I eat my toast and drink my tea.