If this doesn't want to make you throw something, nothing will

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I was watching TV in bed one night
when a moth came in for a round-the-room flight.
It finally made for the TV screen
where its silhouette could be easily seen.
The pesky moth made an annoying sound
as it flapped its little wings around.
It flew about all over the place,
then came to rest on the newsreader's face.
It fluttered all over the weather map,
the delicate wings going tap tap tap.
It stayed around for the adverts too
and seemed quite interested in a few.
I got out of bed and went for the moth
(the little fellow had incurred my wrath)
It fell like a stone down to the floor,
the little moth was a moth no more.
It lay there motionless on its belly
no longer interested in my telly.
Amen.
Well ...this didn't happen really. It's just a rhyme I made up. I'm actually very kind to moths.