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Tineola Bisselliela: Webbing Clothes Moths Is it true, that where theres age And where there's care That's where we'll find you pupating there? Away from the light in crevises of silk Or cashmere or felt, that's home for your ilk. Like a wine connoisoir you favour What is old, lovely and especially fine Silk corsets and mink coats Preferably dirty or stained with urine You see the males which fly Land innocently on walls The females just hop They'll shun the halls. Here's the larvae program: mix up what you expel Into silken tunnels and mats Favour that which tells of their history Military uniforms and feathered hats. A truly doomsday insect You want to erase our past You'll eat it up and excrete it out You don't want anything to last. by Debbie Jellings |
