THERE WAS A SPIDER
Once upon an era
There was a little spider
Threading with tender
In a safe corner,
It weaves its new quarters
Yarn after yarn
Hook, line and sinker
Day and night, it lumbered
Hour upon hour
It never got tired
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Then there came the instant
The work was done and over
It turned out as planned
Perhaps, even better
The little spider’s perfect quarters
Was ready for the Normans
Hurray! It was all proud and relaxed
Many a prey it caught to quench its hunger
No day went by without a good dinner
Its hopes reached the sky, near and yonder
Until a small boy came hither
With a stick, small as Hitler’s whiskers
The insect’s glorious home, he ruined
And the spider itself, he sent to its tomb
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NOTE: IT MIGHT EASILY SEEM THAT THE SMALL BOY IS THE ANTAGONIST WHILE THE SPIDER IS THE TRAGIC HERO, BUT THAT IS NOT NECESSARILY THE CASE.
THIS POEM IS AN ALLUSION TO POLITICIANS OR BIG BUSINESS MOGULS (SPIDER) WHO FEED ON THE ‘PROLES’ (INSECT PREYS) AND BUILD GIGANTIC MANSIONS (SPIDER WEB) FOR THEMSELVES, WITH A SENSE OF PRIDE AND SAFETY. HOWEVER, AS SHOWN HERE, THERE WILL DEFINITELY COME A TIME WHEN THE TIDE WILL TURN AGAINST THEM AND THEIR DOOM WILL ORIGINATE FROM THEIR EVIL PAST AND MENACING PRESENCE.
ROVING THOUGHTS 