The Spider And The Fly by Justus Isaiah Richardson

Up went the spider
To prove he was a lout.
Down came the fly
And took the spider out.

Poor little spider
No perch seems that secure.
When that fly keeps knocking him
Into a pile of manure.

Silly little spider
Why are you so smug?
When really all you are to me
Is just a little bug.

Martin Vann (63.208.60.160) -- Saturday, September 13 2003, 09:13 pm

A poem that sticks to the walls!
Justus,

How did you come up with this one. Its as basic as a bowl movement, as real as a strike of lightning, and as honest as, admitting, when you made a mistake.

There is a lot of met-a-furs, here. Just very good, how did you come up with this?

You make a very, very, good point here. hope othere see it as I do and not just two insects in a pile of manure. This is the sticky stuff from which life springs forth, think about it.

MartinV

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