Aracnid
A Spider, beside her; combed her antennas and started to speak,
'A fly, Oh my; became entangled and started to shriek,
so I hurried and scurried; down my line to try to calm him down,
he really was in a bind; entwined and acting such a clown!'
'Then he fussed and cussed; calling me such foul and terrible things,
that I suppose, I chose; to let him spin and continue to swing,
there he hung, well strung; caught in the silver threads of my trap,
I wasn't in the mood, for rude; insects and climbed up to take a nap!'
'I returned, to learn; that something had broken my ultra thin line,
sticky glue, stuck to; the strands of my once pretty silk twine,
it was a blow, to know; that a bat had spirited away the tiresome pest,
for you see, and agree; that it is so hard to find entertaining dinner quests!'
©26/01/2013
Copyright © Jane Richer | Year Posted 2013
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