I just posted one on twitter. Now a spontaneous poem for my tumblr, too.
You can put that pun there, right there
Where the sisters can see it and the
Swatters of spiders dodge the sun
And brag like they were octopuses
Or cacti or locusts for that matter
What makes a man hunt arachnid all day?
Probably a classical education
And stolen afternoons of Police and joints
And toking for novelty and crafting
Short stories that beggar belief
Stoned, rolling off anecdotes gets you
Off work but good, but never for good
And it’s a hard hobbit that tries to break it.
We used to listen to Dio when we were cutting class. And I
Wouldn’t hurt a fly with a wire or a god’s eye. But…