“loves labour lost”
\nThe wayward mole
\nA solitary soul
\nA subterranean warrior
\nWho really owns his role
\nA tunneller supremo
\nIn the nether regions he
\nIts the sesamoid bone
\nThat works his wrist
\nSo very significantly<\/p>\n
Assists his digging prowess
\nAnd helps him realise
\nThat earthworms if they
\nTry to slither off
\nhis tiny eyes
\nAre not His secret weapon
\nBut it will paralyze with ease
\nAnd takes them to eternity
\nGuaranteed to please
\nLiving nutrition ready
\nthe masters table full
\nAs fresh as fresh as ever
\nThats got to be the pull<\/p>\n
A french kiss from old moley
\nThats about the size
\nIf you happen to be an earthworm
\nit evidently flies
\nAnd does get worms frustrated
\nA living larder they
\nCan number some one thousand
\nMakes quite a nice dusplayg<\/p>\n
Then he cleans the mud and dirt
\nsqueezes it away.
\nbefore he sets to work
\nOn chomping through the skin
\nThat may
\nFor him taste quite fermented
\nAnd easier to digest
\nMoles are macrobiotic
\nReally they invest<\/p>\n
In a diet they were meant to eat
\nYes ancestrally
\nBeneath the ancient circle
\nWhere so many pagans be
\nTheir rituals dredged from history
\nA neolithic gaze
\nAs the labouring talpidae
\nTheir fertile hills they raise<\/p>\n
Butchering the grassy mounds
\nHavoc for each green
\nCausing quite some dangers
\nFor anyone whose been
\nAt rollrights on a winters night
\nPossibly at Yule
\nWhen the fire is burning in the grate
\nBut the many hills can fool<\/p>\n
The people leaving sometimes
\nTripping as they go
\nThese amazing creatures
\nAll laughing down below
\nTolerating the Co2
\nBetter than we know
\nApparently Achieving
\nthe obvious and so<\/p>\n
A few weeks after yule
\nThe moles are on their way
\nTo foreign parts
\nWith beating hearts
\nIts females without delay
\nThey use their high pitched voices
\nAs An attractant so to say
\nHave their lovey dovey
\nAnd both go on their way<\/p>\n
No such thing as long terms romance
\nNot with MR MOLE
\nHe has a splendid fur coat
\nBut still accepts the role
\nOf being wholly masculine
\nFor a day or two
\nOtherwise a solitary
\nDoing what moles do<\/p>\n
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“loves labour lost” The wayward mole A solitary soul A subterranean warrior Who really owns his role A tunneller supremo In the nether regions he Its the sesamoid bone That works his wrist So very significantly Assists his digging prowess … Continue reading