Study a web sight,
A creation spun and weaved
evolutions masterpiece achieved,
Fibres (sic) pulsate, communicating
Something’s there for dissemination
“Excuse me please” the spider wheezed,
“I think a visitor has just landed,
I’ll check the net and I’ll take a bet
Its probably a wasp bandit.”
So, from his lair he dose appear
Master of all he surveys.
His site, well chosen snares all that flows in.
With ease and agility he moves with ability
spinning as he goes.
The wasp is now thrashing, the web he tries smashing
Panicking, for death is close he knows.
But the silken threads wrap and bind
The wasp is entwined
Quickly retrieved, it is to the larder bound
Dispatched from life without a sound.
So with caution tread when surfing the web
In search of information.
Remember the fly on a silken bed did lie
Before his devastation.