The Spider and The Fly
Caught in flight
The fly learns plight,
Held by the finest of threads
Endangered by its flaying.
If it moves, the spider in its web
Feels the music of a meal playing.
Cautious moves measured
Could mean its release
From that intricate woven pleasured
Like the web itself, could last forever
But only one of them will prove clever.
The bumblingly busy dumbledore
Did blithely, but politely implore,
Pray tell me, then when you last heard or saw
A dozing bee that boomed a snore!