The big black and hairy spider
slipped quickly up beside her.
She, a helpless buzz-less fly,
had landed on web; I knew not why.
'Welcome to my lair my beauty.
You certainly are a little cutie.
But, wait! What is that you've got?
Oh, my god! I think I've been shot! '
'Serves you right, you lousy brute!
It's death for you, but first, pain to boot!
Last week my brother came buzzing by.
You ate him and now each night I cry.'
The spider, as he was sinking fast,
managed to speak with his last gasp.
'I'm sorry for your grief, and I don't lie;
I was created to eat what does fly by.'
(October 12, 2014)
Quite an intersting tale....Sweetly rhyming and rather funny! When we try to trap others, we might also fall in traps! 'Serves right'!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I'm scared of spiders..... so i can appreciate your poem.