Spider Feast--a silly poem for the kid in us

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Open Poetry #33

Spider Feast--a silly poem for the kid in us

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Member Rara Avis

since 2000-11-16

Posts 7450
Oregon

0 posted 2004-10-10 06:45 PM

Spider Feast

Eight legs in all
helps them in their crawl
unless they up and stall
cause then I start to bawl.

For finding out which one
has limited the fun
of sidling neath the sun
is a chore not eas’ly won.

However, since I’m me
and I am not that he
and surely will not be
I sometimes cry with glee.

For should he need to go
for his one leg held in tow
I shall help him make it so,
How? I’m sure you know.

And then we’ll have our feast
my friends from west to east
munching drumsticks from that beast
for eight legs are not least.

Drumsticks, drumsticks
eight lovely drumsticks
beating to the rhythm
of my hunger, no not his’n

Drumsticks, drumsticks
eight on a roll
I’m feeling very droll
we have met our goal

of devouring the masses
of eight hairy car-casses
deep-fried in molasses
as everyone passes

out on the lawn
from spider-spawn’s
phenomenon
and then we’re gone.

RIP

©October 10, 2004

Whether on the shoal or on the shore,
I'll seek the lighthouse evermore.