I sought to solve my quandary
But paw guffawed and
Maw was doing laundry
I went down the block
I knocked a knock
On Memaws gawdy front door
Memaw was awesome and nodded
We ate calamari and plotted
Then Memaw said to me:
“To Mr. Moth I’ll call a call,
the boss at my job
who’s quite topple tall”
I jaunt to the dock for a pop
I slopped some scotch on top
Then sloshed, I wandered
I forgot about Memaw
I forgot about the floss
For words I was quite lost