“Come into my web,” said the female spider to the fly;
he honored her nice request; though he knew not why.
Perhaps she was too much a vixen for the fly to refuse;
such lovely eyes; sweet voice; along with graceful moves.
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Within her web of woven strands not unlike silken pearl;
he found it hard to move about; or his wings to unfurl.
“Perhaps you’ll dine with me; it will be a tasty treat.”
Thought the fly, it would be rude refusing food to eat.
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“What are we having dear; is it almost ready?”
“Indeed it is sir fly; but only if you hold steady.”
Plunging her fangs into his back; viscously she drank;
till the fly was dry and to the ground beneath he sank.
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You may think it cruel; but it is a spider’s personality;
inviting insects to her web; promising them hospitality.
If she invites you to dinner; best decline without delay;
I’m sure the fly would agree; if he was alive to have a say!
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