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