Can the spider play a tune,? no but she builds a lovely harp.
Oh the strings how they do quiver.
A dirge played by the sinner,
The Reckless dinner.
Now trapped .
Now caught,
all for naught.
Neither judged by twelve
nor carried by six. Soon.
The refrain comes almost imperceptible.
Arachnid eyes with wide angle lenses.
No malice or feeling .
Nurse ratchet with a ten gauge needle.
"Your cocoon sir."
Nov 25, 2012
Nov 25, 2012 at 3:56 PM UTC
Can the spider play a tune,? no but she builds a lovely harp.
Oh the strings how they do quiver.
A dirge played by the sinner,
The Reckless dinner.
Now trapped .
Now caught,
all for naught.
Neither judged by twelve
nor carried by six. Soon.
The refrain comes almost imperceptible.
Arachnid eyes with wide angle lenses.
No malice or feeling .
Nurse ratchet with a ten gauge needle.
"Your cocoon sir."
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