The sixty-two year old oak
Green tassels spring evokes
Tree removal company
Cut first limb clumsily
The fall to earth like my tears
Was totally unawares
A reminder there's a time
When all living gets past prime
Harold and his cousin belligerent bossy big idea Bob
Formed an insect removal company, Spiders no Prob
They had no issues until a call really late this afternoon.
Harold was walking toward it when something blocked out the moon.
At first he thought it was a statue and was not concerned at all.
But then he saw it open its mouth, and his blood ran into stall.
His breathing was fast and erratic, and he felt a sense of fear.
He had never seen a spider like this creature that was near.
The spider began to chase him and Harold promptly wet his pants.
Go back in there and get him! Bob said. Harold yelled "NO CHANCE!"
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