The Lion,the Witch and the Y-fronts

Narnia,that happened to me the other day only on a slightly smaller scale.The wardrobe was my underwear drawer,the lion was a woodlice and the white witch was a disorientated moth lured by a pair of 80's style dayglo socks.It took a while to get them fighting and I had to help the woodlice out by chinning the moth with one of the empty bottles of absinth I had laying around but true to the tale we triumphed and I was crowned king of pants.
Embrace literature my friends or evermore feel the overbearing wingbeats of the moth of oppression.
...If your looking for some kind of hidden meaning in any of this I'm telling you now,this aint the Da Vinci code sunshine.