Quatrain of Spider Hair - 1082

Quatrain of Spider Hair

Spider - predaceous arachnids of the
order Araneae

1.
I gave you a brush for your opulent
hair, to smooth the
tangles in your
belfry,

But when you managed your first
stroke, a spider fell from
your head in a
frenzy.

You screamed, like only you can,
and scared the devil away
from my gifting
role,

I too was startled and taken aback,
so I let the spider spin a
web and take
control.

2.
I demanded you brush again, to see
if brushing your hair
was paying the
mortgage,

And sure enough when the brush
caught hold, I found we
didn't have to
forage.

More screams were heard, as the
web began covering your face,
then all went
quiet,

You were taken from me by spiders you
see; devil found the brush
and offered to
buy it.

3.
A profit was made as I went on my way,
looking for more spider hair
to brush or
foretaste,

I knew if I could find bent legs of this
kind, another deal could be
made in great
haste,

For cobwebs are strewn, in the hair of
lovely young ladies without a
clue or dead
reckoning.

Their fear: a perfect target for the
spider and me, to enjoy life,
with such oddities
beckoning.

Yorktown Disciple
1997