graphic designer & illustrator
The spider came in leaps and bounds,
it's beady eyes a gleam.
The little boy began to run,
his voice a gargled scream.
He got unto the garden gate,
there he was dragged flat.
The spider pounced upon him,
and squashed him like a gnat.
The next day on the ground,
the gardener chanced to see,
a thing that looked as if it had,
once been a boy of three.
He got his rake, he got his hoe,
and scooped it in his barrow.
The bones were light and hollow,
for the spider'd sucked the marrow.
The gardener did not chance to see,
the spider lurking near.
It scuttled out and grabbed the lout,
and dragged him to it's lair.
With vicious blow of fist and toe,
the gardener soon broke free.
It was for naught, he was recaught,
and joined the boy of three.
THE
SPIDER
STRIKES
AGAIN
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The Spider Strikes Again

The spider came in leaps and bounds,
It's beady eyes a gleam.
The little boy began to run,
His voice a gargled scream.
He got unto the garden gate,
There he was dragged flat.
The spider pounced upon him,
And squashed him like a gnat.
The next day on the ground,
The gardener chanced to see,
A thing that looked as if it had,
Once been a boy of three.
He got his rake, he got his hoe,
And scooped it in his barrow.
The bones were light and hollow,
For the spider'd sucked the marrow.
The gardener did not chance to see,
The spider lurking near.
It scuttled out and grabbed the lout,
And dragged him to it's lair.
With vicious blow of fist and toe,
The gardener soon broke free.
It was for naught, he was recaught,
And joined the boy of three.