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The Spider and I—Part II

The spider stopped coming 'round one day

After a rather short-lived affair

It all happened in an innocent way

When he asked me for more spray for his hair.

 

As I was busy reading a book

I mistakenly grabbed the can of raid

I gave him a squirt, he looked at me with such hurt

And said, "Well played, my love, well played."

 

Then he slowly turned away from me

And marched stoically out of my sight

I have to admit that I was rather sad

When he didn't come see me that night.

 

I find it hard to believe that he suspected me

Of having premeditated this plan

He never gave me a chance to explain to him

That in fact I simply grabbed the wrong can.

 

So another couple of weeks went by

And I got back to my normal routine

Then one fine day, come as it may,

There appeared another spider on my window screen

 

He came in and sat beside me

Much like the one before

I looked at him, and said, "Oh no! Not again!"

And I got up to head for the door.

 

He ran after me, screaming "please wait!"

"Please lady, let me explain to you—

The one who came before me was my cousin,

And he wanted you to know his love was true."

 

I see your discomfort and it saddens me so

I really only wish to be your friend

I promised my cousin I would look after you

And so I shall until the bitter end."

 

He asked me if I'd like to join him for dinner

And winked at me with three of his seven little eyes

I said "I think that would be interesting, but it really wouldn't work,

Because you don't eat pasta, and I don't eat flies."

 

Then he motioned to me sayin' watch me now—

He threw his little fuzzy hands up in the air

And as if he heard some music playing on the radio

he began to dance around like he just didn't care!

 

I watched as he moved to his imaginary beat

And for having eight legs he really danced quite well

So I stood up, and began to feel the rhythm flow

And I danced, and he danced, til upon us morning fell

 

My spider friend came to visit each night

Before I knew it several weeks had gone by

I found myself really enjoying his companionship

Together we made quite a team, my spider and I.

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Jul 21, 2013
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