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A rhyming, rhythmic poem in the words of a spider, to his poor unsuspecting victim…. |
| “I’m sorry that I bit you” said the spider dangling “I simply couldn’t help myself; you looked mouth-watering!”
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| I must declare, I really think that is beside the point. Just because I look nice you can’t make me Sunday’s joint!”
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| “I know that, and I’ve tried already to apologise. I would advise that you should just accept it, if you’re wise!” |
| “Just buzz off now; it feels as though you’re trying to scare me. I hope you realise that I’m not frightened easily” |
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“I know, but I am puzzled. I can’t help but wonder why. ‘Because, I am a spider, whilst you’re a tiny fly!” |
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