The crinkly old
grand-poobah spider
Slowly made his way
over to the grand watering hole
all full of himself
“I deserve respect,” he knew…
then, the big hand…
Flapping in the wind
her web is flapping
That human didn’t notice
in her unconsciousness
And destroyed
a full days work
Hmm, spider wonders,
could I create a different
pattern this time….?
Little spider
loves to gnaw
on his food
on his problems
on big soft pink mountains
like me
He gives a whole new meaning
to solving problems
one bite at a time