Spencer the spider went out one night
and he came upon a wondrous sight.
He thought he was a lucky old fellow
when he ran into a female spider in yellow.
Spencer went over to give her a try
they fell in love over a meal of housefly.
Spencer he was the luckiest spider around
for Spencer the spider had love found.
They went back to Spencer's house
in the inside of an old dead mouse.
They went in and fell into spencer's bed
I have something to say the female said.
I did not come here in your bed to romp
I came here your body on which to chomp.
She opened her jaws up big and wide
and poor Spencer the spider he fell inside.
But before she knew what he was after
he had stuck a web to a rib bone rafter.
And Spencer the spider flew out of her mouth
swinging on his web to the rafter up south.
Now she was not nice and Pomp was her name
munching on poor old spiders was her game.
When Spencer the spider flew out she got so upset
you dried up old husk I'll get you yet.
He hung up there looking on her down below
that might be, but one thing for sure I know.
It won't be tonight and it sure won't be now
so prattle on you silly fat old yellow cow.
This made her so mad it messed with her head
leaped up from the bed and landed flat on his web.
And as he wrapped her up for a future meal
he couldn't resist copping one or two times a feel.
He said note this fact my young spider so fine
age and experience have won out this time
POEM BY: MARTHA GETTLE
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