The Older Wiser Spider
>•< >•< >•< >•< >•< >•< >•< >•< >•< >•<
The older wiser spider, now faster than the storm,
found his way inside and at last was dry and warm
but he strolled to his demise when he passed me in my room,
for the older wiser spider was slower than the broom...
>•< >•< >•< >•< >•< >•< >•< >•< >•< >•<
CONTEST: Mother Goose Grows Up
SOURCE: Itsy Bitsy Spider
Copyright © Lycia Harding | Year Posted 2023
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