The Spider

A Spider sat both broad and fat In a wake of morning dew. Hoping a juicy fly would catch its eye... But any old bug would do. The Spider waited through the day With nary a bug to eat. Feeling low of ebb... it left its web Looking for a treat. The Spider crawled some distance... With not a modicum of fear. It was the King at hand of all these lands But still no bugs appeared. "I am the victim of my own success." The Spider emphasized with glee. "Is there no one there to chance compare With someone great like me?" The Spider wallowed in avarice narcissism As it found something quite brand-new Where its ravenous hunger abated Now staring at the bottom of a... shoe. "What is this?" The Spider wondered. "It does provide a little shade. How well and grand to understand Such kindness to display." The moment was a fleeting one As good things tend to be. And by and by... the Spider died... On this we can agree. But pity not our bold brave Spider As there are lessons to construe With people gamboling about like Spiders... Just waiting for a shoe. The End