Butt Beat Poem by Ima Ryma

Born to become a moth one day,
This caterpillar somehow knew
Birch leaf haven would be the way
That I could be safe while I grew.
But I had to spin a cocoon
Into the leaf from silk I'd spin.
Better with numbers to commune,
I needed to get some help in.
And so I sent out an appeal
For would be roomies to crawl by.
I thumped my butt hairs - yep for real!
And I got loads of good reply.

Not what you'd call high tech, no doubt!
But butt mail gets the message out.