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.
Copyright © Jenna Logan | Year Posted 2023
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