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Arachnid Poem Two

I’d love to be a spider
and spin a web of silk,
paralyse small insects
and drink their guts like milk

I’d make my web an artwork
spun round and round and round
When someone saw it on the grass
they’d stomp it to the ground

I could get to any room at all
even in the shower.
I could watch the girls get undressed
they’d see me and they’d cower

I’d bite them with my dripping fangs,
inject them with my bite.
They’d swell and itch and howl with pain
and drop dead by that night

My love-life would be exciting
I would have to hit and run
My girl would use me for her babies,
then try and eat me when she’s done!

Original notes:

Well, this is my second spider poem.
The last one is much more serious.
It would be pretty fun to be a spider.
I had a different ending verse, but it
was pretty rude, so I changed it. I’m
not sure if I like this one better or not.

New notes:
I wrote this poem while I was at university. I found it recently and thought I’d give it a re-airing. It was originally posted here.

RodeoClown: webilicious.

Arachnid Poem One

Sometimes I wish I was a spider
I’d make a subtle web
spun from the finest silk
and wait for a fly

I would make my home an artwork
to be seen by all the world
sparkling in the dawn,
invisible at dusk

I could crawl wherever I pleased
my only dread a shoe
thrown at me in fear
and they often miss

Sit upon the ceiling, watching
as another world passes by.
Another fly-on-the-wall
is just a meal

The venom in my mouth would not
come just from my tongue
I would destroy with my fangs
and not with words

A short life, and morbid
living on a death-trap
with no friends at all
even my mate wants to eat me

Original notes:
Have you ever wanted to be a spider, and just be really small, and completely ignored?

This poem, and its counterpart are both inspired by a web I drew. I couldn’t decide whether to have a serious poem, or a fun poem so I chose both, read my other arachnid poem two…
Did you like that use of ‘two’ to also mean ‘too’… um, I’ll go now…

New notes:
I wrote this poem while I was at university. I found it recently and thought I’d give it a re-airing. It was originally posted here.

RodeoClown: just like flies.