Spider's Doom
Frisking in glee,
the cobweb swayed,
the wind that was crossing ventilators,
kissed the spider,
it did somersaults,
pole vaults and high/long jumps,
it was just aware of air,
and its soothing effect,
and ran amuck one cobweb corner to another,
it scarcely did realize,
that enemy had intruded the abandoned room,
and was thinking of inhabiting it clean,
first thing it would do was to use a broom,
and sound poor gleefull spider's doom.
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