Spider Election Poem by Flying Lemming

Three dozen spiders gathered round for their annual meeting
‘We must elect a new leader as the time we have is fleeting’
Sam, who hungered for the job was waiting out the back
About to tuck into two juicy flies for a quick snack
‘You’re on stage now, the public waits, no time to fill your face
It’s now that you must take your stand in the election race’
Sam sighed and wrapped his meal up tight and headed right along
Not knowing that the living meal wasn’t held that strong
It ripped and then the food was loose and buzzing round the stage
The crowd all laughed to see that Sam was chasing them with rage
They couldn’t take him seriously as round and round he spun
Not the first to have lost respect ‘cos his flies had been undone