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  • Writer: Martine Shackerley-Bennett
    Martine Shackerley-Bennett
  • Jul 5, 2017
  • 1 min read

A grubby little miser

Sat in a hole

Looking at the moon

For tales to be sold

Of dark deeds deathly haunts

How people lost their souls

Shadows gliding on the earth

Headless figures feeling cold

Down came the spider

With hairy spindly legs

Having dined on a sparrow

That got tangled in his web

Spider looked at miser

Who nibbled on his chin

Thinking of his daughter

Who was looking rather thin

Eyes span around so quickly

Fear died of fright

The web of Confucius

Was pulling very tight

He regretted the contract

For the money was not nice

A cockroach had made an offer

That doubled spider’s price

He’d fattened up his daughter

Fed her words everyday

Gave her water in a thimble

Throughout the month of May

The spider was threatening

A promise had been made

To dine on the daughter

Before the Grand Parade

Thought gave in to action

Miser in the air

Pushed the spider downwards

Into the darkened lair

Earth descended swiftly

A hole was quickly filled

The life that was beneath it

Forever will be stilled

The cockroach came a calling

To take his prize away

But the daughter who had not eaten

Had not survived the day

 
 
 

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