A spider died in my curry
I think he was in a bit hurry.
My leisured lunch—
was now a plate of a worry.
A food inspector like a crime
detective investigated
that dish—
And he took out
my demised bug—
In no time.
Then,
He called the server in
a flurry.
The server watched
with his sorry eyes.
There laid that
dead bug.
My pet is dead
He cried—
Losing my hunger
I looked up in the sky...
Perplexed I was—
Should I ask for refund?
Or give him
a shoulder to cry?
Amid this outcry
To quench my thirst—
ordered a glass of water
And it came with a fly...
At least it was not a pet—
I sighed.
The server asked for
pardon—
giving the bug and the fly—
Its final dues.
Though the detective cried
yet he charged the fine
Both gazing at me
like I did the crime
And within no time
walked out from the grave.
A bit confused—
A sly thought occurred in mind—
"In some regions
It is enjoyed with a lime".