Spider And The Points
Weaved by the spider
The webs were supposed to be strong
Connecting points on the wall
With the arachnid, there and tall
Once it hunted the ants on the ground
Now tried to get flies surround
The webs he built were tough and sound
The walls were there, there and around
But the weaver thought of the points
To be strong like his joints
Unaware of fragility of webs
Caused by the slippery points
The points were unhinged
Tangled was the poor eight legged
Cuffed in the webs he weaved
But even then he never begged
Remade cobweb once again
Now checks the points' oil in rain
Tries not to let his guard down
But still fears the tangling sound
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