Web Slingers
Spiders are litterbugs,
Leaving their webbing just hanging around.
And yet, if one tugs,
Then a derelict ruin is all that is found.
Covered in dust,
And discarded skins, and husks of meals –
They raise our disgust
With the waist that their indolent lifestyle reveals.
Could something not eat this ?
It’s all made of protein and going for free.
Why do we dismiss
Such a feast of spaghetti and gristle for tea ?
Spiders are all blight
Who wontonly turn all our corners to slums –
But could not some dust mite
Come sweeping up after them, feeding on crumbs ?
Rhyming Couplets 