NO RESPECT… a poem

Spinning, spinning, spinning

Day in and day out

Just when you think your work is finished

Something blows it out

For you, there is no respect

Most try to get away

But sometimes when you’re lucky

Some stick around and stay

To them you are so grateful

Though they too make a mess

But acids in your tummy

Help a spider to digest

brown orb weaver hanging on web

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