The Sloth Moth
Written by Sean Orlicky
So once there was this arsonist, he had oddly shaped feet.
People laughed at him, so he burnt all he’d meet.

One day the arsonist was met by a sloth.
A SLOTH! A SLOTH! But it was really a moth.
The slot-like moth liked to eat bread and butter.
He likes it a lot, as its made by his mother.
And he chomped it down, ate all the bread,
But it wasn’t bread…it was the arsonist’s head!

A bee in a tree saw the sloth-moth you see,
As he watched he giggled, he was filled with glee.
So the sloth-moth doth soth the bee on one knee,
Threw a rock at his gonads, and to both knees fell the bee.

“ASSAULT! ABUSE!”, the bee did scream,
“That hurt you peenas! You owe me ice cream!”
To the bee said the sloth-moth,
“SHUT THE F*CK UP!!!”
….so he did….
……..and the sloth-moth ate some plums.

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