Spider Hotel (Lampoon On The Labour Leadership Contest 2015, Uk) Poem by Jean Bernard Parr

Spider!
Spider!
Earthrise, only horror
Over the bath rim
Asterisk black
Black as a crack
Still
As the chrome tap
Births a water drop
Twig leg scrabble, then
Still
The affront
The fright
Unannounced and
Uninvited
Anarchist marauder
Black on white
shock headline
And not at all
the downy thing
Early morning and
Dew dandled
Patiently at the
Centre, knitting
those cosy homespun
Galaxies
No.
Not this one
Still
Hoovers up fear
Ancient as flint
Like a mini black hole.

On the other side
of the singularity
We are accustomed
At Spider Hotel
To welcome delegates
When they arrive early
Nothing is too much trouble
We aspire to standards
Of service to be proud
Our facilities
Have something for all
And tonight we present
The Spider Ball.

We are totally at one with
Conference noise and din
The aims of the Party
That is, to serve the People
A smorgasborg of flies
With a little side dish thrown in
Which brings me to the point
That should you decide
On fratricide and murder
You can rest assured
At Spider Hotel
Distinctions are blurred
We don't think its a crime
To eat your neighbour
Or to benefit
From the fruits of your labour