SPIDER=I welcome you to dinner, and have something
nice in mind for you.
The fly breath deep and buzzed his wings.
FLY=I think i should reconsider on that thought not
everyone is nice, Thank you but i have to get home it's getting
late.
The spider shock her body and made her web vibrate
the fly jump and shiver in dread.
SPIDER=I give my word that nothing bad will come
to you, just you and me friends? maybe a bottle of wine
perhaps a game or two?
The fly stop still and look in to the spider 8 eyes.
FLY= i've rethought your offer and agent all better judgment
i will join you for supper.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem