23 October 2012
She'd have to finish soon
Else her strength would start to ebb
Sitting proudly in the centre
Of her freshly finished home
Took the weight from her feet, all eight
To wait for lunch to come
It wasn't food that came along
It was a little boy
In his hands a stick
Which he brandished like a toy
And he used it to demolish
The cobweb that she'd built
Absolutely no remorse
And without a trace of guilt
One thing I haven't told you
Well, you didn't ask
Our heroine was six feet tall
And she took this boy to task
With all eight size eight feet
She chased and caught the lad
To see a six foot spider
Greatest shock he'd ever had
She spun her silk around him
From his feet to his head
And she thought instead of flies
I'll have him for lunch instead...
Lunch • Opuss № I