Bite Your Wicked Tongue

Thanks to Terry Flood who wrote, 'The Vicar Spied a Spider' an "eight legged beastie." It was my inspiration to write about the beastly arachnid in the following lines. Roaming all around the farm was a surly beast A black arachnid who chose to sit on a fence post It'd had been weeks since engorging her last feast Oh, how that demented creature loved to boast as the first ray of sunlight appeared in the east. Charla Webley yearned to be the queen spider Quite a sinister creature, spinning her sticky goo She's a creepy one, an old crooked legged strider, always on the prowl for innocent prey to chew but won't fit in cracks if her butt gets much wider. Charla Webley's started a bad habit of flaunting her hairy legs by pointing them as if bony fingers at anyone who comes near, like she's taunting them to cower in fear, hoping their fright lingers but it's funny when she thinks she is daunting. But Charla wasn't paying close enough attention when a hungry crow then suddenly appeared Those she baited didn't perform an intervention by warning crude Charla her enemy had neared They smiled at the moment of her apprehension. Charla Webley heard the caw, although too late for she'd been bitten by the bird's sharp beak. The moral here should be very clear, "Do not hate," or "Bite your wicked tongue before you speak." Spiders with a bad attitude always rue their fate.