Spider and Humility
What mystery is this?...a frisky spider dance
A tarantula perched upon your humble shoulder
As chance would have it this fine morning bright
The drunken executioner comes staggering by
From a nights merriment and party in the pub
A weapon rests on his not so sober shoulder
From medieval times till now
A bowed head is a temptation
For a man with an axe
Just in time to save the day he swings
With axe as giant as himself
And with power much larger than the sin
Stumbling blind with eyes still closed
He tries again and misses...Well not exactly
The spider jumps away quite quickly
But not much is left upon the shoulders
Of the man who once was the owner
Of something he needs for thinking
Being humble is unique you see
As the head rolls down the street
And with it his history
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