Picky Mrs. Spider

Black body and silver wings
Trapped against the sticky strings

Violently, shakes the fly
Tears would fill those hexagon’d eyes

In a frenzy, desperate to escape
He refuses to accept his fate

Hearing Mr. Fly squirm, so deliciously frantic
Someone nasty answered his panic

Eight long legs to make the scene
From fly’s trapped mouth explodes a scream

Mrs. Spider looks at Mr. Fly
Laughs at his size, and walks on by