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