said the fly to the spider
Sure, let's be friends
agreed the cunning spider
Welcome to my cobby home
Atop this crusty and dusty tomb
Your home is nice though sticky
You are so kind and not at all sneaky
Come try my special cider
It will relax you said spider
The cider is truly delicious
But, it is making me noxious
May i lie down on your bed?
I need to rest my dizzy head
Certainly you may my precious
Your innocence is so delicious
Oh man - I have seriously twisted MSK's intentions in this poem...opps