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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=426012" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Spidey, Spider</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Spidey, Spider</div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Spidey, spider spinning fast, <br>I will trap my fly at last, <br>eight eyes witness final swings<br>and roundabouts of online wings.<br>What brow[n] beaten beatle stagged<br>in cocoon so neatly tagged, <br>what wet silk that sets dew scene<br>for caught-on-hop grasshopper green? <br>Silk’s redigested once prey’s bagged<br>for protein’s precious, times are lean.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Spidey, spider, biding time, <br>reinforces reeling rhyme, <br>scuttling hither, thither, waits<br>sliding stealthily relates<br>patience monumental which<br>line by line shall seamless stitch.<br>Architect arachnidae<br>delicately weave, stay sly<br>attuned to clue vibrations rich<br>of honey bee or dragonfly.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Spiders stretched white web world wide<br>digesting juices from inside<br>before man's ancestors evolved, <br>and after they'll be buried cold<br>will still persist as climate change<br>restricts, extends, contains free range.<br>My countless kin waged battle royal<br>against ants, termites, trouble, toil, <br>my brood will win, grow wings though strange<br>this may seem now, span tree and soil.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Spidey’s kin spin, far outnumber<br>lazy men on planet earth<br>whose tasteless haste and waste encumber<br>ecosystems, stifle birth.<br>Prudent spider seeks solution<br>ingests pest guests. Man spreads pollution.<br>See impatience, profligate, <br>seed destruction at his gate, <br>while web dissolves - thank evolution - <br>daily may disintegrate.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">My mobility remains<br>when struggles stick to glue goo pains, <br>chirps, once strident, silent fall<br>gone with wind is curtained call.<br>Twinkle, twinkle, spider’s mate, <br>you shall find your fate too late, <br>headless abdomen cavorting<br>still recycled while lust’s sporting, <br>courting ends as fornicate <br>vets pro_testee’s rigor morting.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Spidey spinning left to right<br>pluridextrous appetite.<br>Hung with dewdrops, webworlds wait<br>hungry weave, anticipate<br>larder stocked by afternoon<br>juices syphoned prove true boon, <br>from mini mite of wispy weight<br>to the great tarantulate, <br>arachnid art’s bye-bye cartoon, <br>dried insects die incarcerate.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Though man for some five thousand years<br>has spread two feet through vale of tears, <br>I've eight, soon, late, the odds are great <br>time man's mime leaves forgotten fate.<br>My many offspring prospering<br>with steel strength string and piercing sting<br>shall raise their eyes from man's sighs see<br>octoganal eternity<br>the motto 'Time where is thy sting'<br>is in my tail's tale everything! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">5 December 2007 revised 4 February 2009 robi3_1378_blak1_0003</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>5 December 2007 revised 4 February 2009 robi3_1378_blak1_0003<br>for previous version see below<br>Parody William Blake, The Tyger and Anne and Jane Taylor, Twinkle, Twinkle</div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Spider, Spider</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Spider, spider spinning fast, <br>will you trap your fly at last, <br>will you witness final swings<br>and roundabouts of online wings? <br>What about the beatle stagged<br>In cocoon so neatly tagged, <br>what the silk that sets the scene<br>caught-on-hop grasshopper green? </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>What mobility remains<br>when struggles bind to further pains, <br>chirps, once strident, silent fall<br>only breeze heeds moving call.<br>Twinkle, twinkle, spider’s mate, <br>you shall find your fate too late, <br>headless abdomen cavorting<br>while recycled is lust’s sporting, <br>Hung with dewdrops, spiders wait, <br>hungry, prey anticipate.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>5 December 2007</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Jonathan+Robin">Jonathan Robin</a><div class=q>
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Spidey, spider spinning fast, 
I will trap my fly at last, 
eight eyes witness final swings
and roundabouts of online wings.
What brow[n] beaten beatle stagged
in cocoon so neatly tagged, 
what wet silk that sets dew scene
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