Come Into My Parlour - a Collaboration Between Arlo Parker and the Mean Girls

Her name was Susan and she was breathtaking. She could spin a poem into a spider’s web strength and ethereal wisps. I was smitten beyond reason. Captured by lust quickly tuning toward love. Then the however happened. However, Susan was adept at spinning a gossamer web Silently, she captured victims blinded with lust like this one whose idea of loving her went bust Susan was a mean girl, a Black Widow weaver she encased him in a silk cocoon... until her appetite for a meal woke her from peaceful rest A smile on her face, legs crossed... all eight of them. Patiently, she waited while giving herself a mani/pedi Susan sat drooling at the thought of lunch She decided she better dress for dinner after all… her lunch date was just hanging around. She looked such a temptress With scarlet lipstick smeared over her face And perfectly manicured talons She set to work unwrapping her prey Ready to nibble him down to the bone Susan’s prey appeared all debonair with bells on She could see through his charming but fake façade He saw her eyes glimmer, her lips red and inviting She offered him a kiss as she wrapped her eight legs around him His eyes bulged as she kissed his lips while suffocating him in her web He begged her to stop as she drank from his mouth, until he was silenced. The above verses were inspired by a prompt given to poets, Jan, Tania and Lin, by Arlo Parker, who wrote the first verse. We give credit to Arlo for inspiring us to write these verses; a joint venture of Arlo Parker and the mean girls.