This cunning spin-doctor exudes
An odour so compelling
That little moths (the silly dudes)
Believe the lies she’s telling.
These lustful lepidopters leap
Towards their lover’s charms,
And find a long and lasting sleep
Between four pairs of arms.
Should you, Beloved, catch a whiff
Of fragrance pheromoney,
Remember, grandpa wound up stiff -
The message may be phoney.