The Tale Of Two Bats Poem by Alison Drew

Two bats went out to play one night
blinking quickly in the fading light
they swooped on high, around and low
flying through air where breezes blow
quick as a flash in a freedom flight
through natures blessings across moonlight

With ease and excitement they sliced through the air
circulating with panash, expertise and flair
they chased each other, around and around
skimming rooftops and touching the ground
nothing mattered but their moments so special
until one of them stung their bum on a nettle

It's not funny for a bat to to have an itchy backside
so she had to grab onto her mate for a ride
the sting was throbbing and the bat thought 'sod it'
as in a bid for relief she shoved her bum in a bucket
now I'm sure you would all want to pay good cash
to see a bat gaining comfort from a bucket of Flash

With her posterior glowing the feeling came back
her wings were no longer dusty but the deepest of black
the smell of lemon permeated around
and even polished off her sonic sound
others were jealous and became even keener
to douse themselves in the reveared floor cleaner

So if you're out at night and catch a wafting scent
it isn't flowers but all bats hell bent
at finding any solution used to clean a floor
the lure of fresh wings too good to ignore
the two bats had started something that evolution couldn't have forseen
that all bats would covert wings with such a lovely sheen!