The Spider

For Writer's Cramp

The Spider

They think that I bite poison
"Not the case!" say I
These people here in Rijnsburg
Just have a jaded eye

If post my bite they fall ill
Perhaps the flu's to blame
It may be just poor timing
They blame me all the same

At least I'm in the bushes
Outside the flower shop
Not crushed beneath a shoe heel
Or beaten with a mop

I came here with the flowers
Imports from foreign shore
How to get back home you ask?
I may see home no more!

So to the docks I'll wander
And on a boat I'll roam
And just where will I end up
Perhaps inside your home