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What's for Dinner?

Poetry By: Ava Rosien

Tags: Spider, Fly

"Come into my web, said the spider to the fly......"

Submitted:Dec 28, 2012    Reads: 30    Comments: 8    Likes: 6   

"Come into my web," said the female spider to the fly;

he honored her nice request; though he knew not why.

She was too much a vixen for fly to refuse;

such lovely eyes; along with graceful moves.


Within 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.


"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.


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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