Spiders, Plural
Spiders are only one-by-one,
Each web is a bachelor-pad –
We don’t see social types a ton,
Which might make the squeamish glad !
But how then does a spider dad
Make a brand new spider son ?
Some sexy-togetherness must be had
To see that the deed gets done !
So come the Autumn, see them run
On the carpet, ev’ry lad,
On the hunt for a lady, to have some fun,
When the urge to breed gets bad.
Usu’lly, company drives them mad –
Their perfect number is none !
But once a year, they get up and gad
From the loneliness they’ve spun.
Rhyming Couplets 