A Sticky Situation Poem by Nate Peligeiro

I fell into the trap
I took the bait
knew it was too good to be true
and still proceeded without enough care
thought wits and cunning would suffice
the web was spun more intricately than previously suspected
some sort of grand design by the Dark One himself
his minion, a small but ferocious Canadian arachnid

in the web I met others
with a similiar story
none of us knew how it had come to that
we devised a plan

we figured united we'd stand
we were five
we thought we could match forces
but Spiderbaby had friends too

maybe they're not given enough credit for their craftiness
a confrontation and we thought we were getting the upper hand
they feigned defeat and stepping aside
don't ask me how they did it...

somehow those crafty devils beat us
somehow they got us not to take our exit
somehow they got us to believe if we stayed it'd be better
somehow they got us
and there we were
stuck