No One Has Found Her To This Day
Giant spider playing in this warlock’s game
Crawled out of mirror and called out Lady’s name
She was askance, fearful and sick.
What kind of magic was this trick?
The spider gave her an arrogant glance
We’ve got to hurry if we’re to capture France.
Lady Shalott was a bit askance
Was that spider wearing underpants?
She followed him, for she feared him so.
They travelled down the steps to landing below.
She got her night lamp, which gave off a glow.
And headed to France, without a row.
Giant spider transmogrified that night.
Into a spaceship with a blinking light.
Captured Lady Shalott and took her away.
No one has found her to this day.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2022
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