Spider, Spider!

By Esha

Spider, spider, trap the tiny insect;

Do it right, don't lead to any suspect.

Prey upon your food and bread;

Ooze it's blood out until it's dead.

Spider, spider, weave your cobweb,

A beautiful prison for your evening celeb.

Squash it down, swallow it up;

Do it forever until your time is up.

Spider, spider, dance with your eight skinny legs;

Life is a thrill until it's your turn to beg.

Turn around! Be quick, get away;

In a blink of eight eyes, your soul slips away.

Spider, spider, fret not about your end;

Aerating  the soil is for which you were destined.

Alas! Your purpose had a greater meaning;

You ended up on a plate while someone was dining.

By Esha