When in my clothes I find unique moth holes
And have no matching wool which I can use
To darn them all becomes my only goal
And then my little mind becomes confused.
To simplify my life, I’ll wear but blue
And toss all other hues into the bin.
Does this seem the wisest way to you?
Or might it be an error or a sin?
Excessive contemplation of one’s acts
Can produce a hint of agony in the mind.
And so I’ll numb my brain with wax
Then my tension will at last unwind.
Ignore all moth holes and peculiar stains
For dwelling on these matters harms the brain
However if you find an acrid smell
Toss all your clothes into the nearest well