The Spider worked,
Through the dark of night,
Holding a ball of silken yarn,
To weave a house of her dreams.
Splendid it was when finished,
As meticulously planned,
And diligently done,
Like a flawless piece of art.
Then she sat proudly beside it,
With an air of self-admiration In a bid to allure everyone to visit,
Her newly created mansion.
And sure enough, she would have won,
A huge accolade for her talent,
As a master artist by the onlookers,
And envied by any craftperson.
If only she hadn't abused,
Her skill to hide her evil intent --
Of seducing innocent visitors,
To fall into the jaws of death!
And sure enough, she would have won,
A huge accolade for her talent,
As a master artist by the onlookers,
And envied by any craftperson.
If only she hadn't abused,
Her skill to hide her evil intent --
Of seducing innocent visitors,
To fall into the jaws of death!
Hence a word of caution to all,
If ever you feel unwittingly drawn,
Towards a spot of unusual charm,
Make sure it's fair as it appears to be
And not a spider's parlour.