Come Into My Parlour
I watched as the little spider hung from a silken thread
Ready to begin construction of its intricate web
With each weave of silk the web slowly took shape
A web from which insects would seldom escape
With its web all completed it took center stage
And waited for an insect to blindly engage
Then a butterfly came fluttering into view
But eluded the web as it skillfully flew
Then came a fly who had no such luck
The spider reeled it in and with a nip and a tuck
Began its soupy feast... .yuck
The spider finished its meal and went back to wait
For another insect to land on his plate
Into his parlour he invites them all
Insects of all sizes, big and small
If any get caught in its silky snare
Eaten they will be, right then and there
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