She did remark,
In the corner of his room
A spider spinning.
In his dark art, a thought,
A poet caught
Of average room
And spider spinning.
She did remark,
In the corner of his room
A spider spinning.
In his dark art, a thought,
A poet caught
Of average room
And spider spinning.
Bluffing.
Toughing it out.
The spider expects a rout
And does employ
The oldest stratagem to destroy
Her foe.
Hey ho
There is nothing new under the sun.
A few turn and run,
While others, having done
As the spider does ask
Find it an impossible task
To escape the pretty creature who spins
Her web composed of human sins.
A few demand
To see her hand.
A command
She can not fulfil.
The spider sulks,
Skulks away
And goes in search of other prey.