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Little Miss Poet, Sat at her computer, typing the morning away. Along came a spider, climbed down her screen, and frightened Miss Poet away. Little Miss Poet, fell on her duff, as she tripped, backwards over the dog. When she got up, the spider was smart, and ran into the keyboard. Low and behold, the fly swatter wouldn’t work, for the spider was safely below. The spider peaked out, eyeing her as if in a huff, as Miss Poet jumped up and down. With murderous intent, she flipped over the keyboard, and bounced it up and down. Just at this point, the spider jumped out and scurried, with his life in his hands. But the damage was done, the keyboard was unplugged, and terror reigned again. Little Miss Poet, would have to crawl under the desk, to where the wires began. There was no doubt, she’d switch to wireless now, but here that was a mute point. She knew the spider was there, but hidden somewhere, in the stuff on top of her desk. Little Miss Poet, crawled under the desk, checking and fixing, every wire and plug. When she came out, there was no spider about, so both relief and worry set in. As Little Miss Poet, looked down and around, the spider appeared on her arm. With a scream and a jump, she flicked him off, and tripped over her chair this time. Unfortunately for this one, the problem wasn’t done, so she attacked jumping forth. The spider jumped free, but her toe was in need, as her foot connected with the desk. A few words were uttered, as she jumped around, with foot held high in the air. Broken toe or not, she vowed to get that snot, so she shouted for her hubby’s help. He was down stairs, with the trolls you know, and couldn’t seem to come up. So she swatted with flair, as the spider jumped back, yes, into the keyboard. At that moment, a Troll walked by with a club , and decided to help her out. Everything smashed, the problem solved, she sat down at her sons’ computer spot. Tears in her eyes, at her computers demise, Poor Little Miss Poet, began to write. This computer was next, to the one from before, and the spider was there, again! Yep, you guessed, in the keyboard he sat, staring and more pissed than ever before. The moral my friend, is that you can’t always win, even on a peaceful, beautiful morn. Little Miss Poet, finally limped away, retreat was the better answer, by far. PS. This happened, without the Troll, of course.
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