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
*shiver* 🙂
LikeLiked by 1 person
Much as it pains me to say it, that’s one good looking spider!
LikeLiked by 1 person
Heeheehee…
LikeLike
Metaphor for a stressful job situation? (That’s what immediately came to my mind.)
LikeLiked by 1 person
Perhaps it started that way, but… Wise!!! ;-)))
LikeLiked by 1 person
🙂
LikeLiked by 1 person
Haha! What a nice turnaround at the end.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Buahahahaha…
LikeLiked by 1 person
Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thank you so very much! ;-))
LikeLike
I like the way you think. Good work. Check out my blog – i recently posted an article along similar lines
LikeLiked by 1 person
I will be sure to come see your blog. Thank you for stopping by mine.
LikeLiked by 1 person