Somewhere out there.
Spiders build non ending webs.
Funnels and tunnels, no trains passing through.

They scuttle as they dash through the hearth.
Where the fires of the hearts of queens once burned.
Madame summons's her lady in waiting.
To sweep away the creature she's hating.

Her ladyship is really posh.
She's eaten many you know.
Tells the world they're scrumptious nosh.

The ladies maid, collects her captured trophies in a trinket box.
Stashes them in the drawer.
The one where milady keeps her socks and hoes.
Even the hankies to wipe her regal nose.

But, once in the bluest of moons,
She melts some chocolate on a spoon.
Into the runny chocolate, the leggy hairy creatures get dunked.

Those spiders dipped in chocolate,they're  tasting really great.
A little bit of protein to satisfy the queen.
Her delicacy.
Apparently!
(C) LIVVI