Magpie Tale #42

***Warning this verse may contain just a smidgen of vulgarity***....

(If you are offended I appologise in advance....)

"My cup runneth over" said the Spider to the Fly

"It has been such a long time since a dinner guest called by"

"What is on the menu?" asked the Fly of the Spider

"I'd like a piece of carrot cake and perhaps a mug of cider?"

"Cake and mug of cider" laughed the Spider to the Fly

"You'll be getting none of that... Though 'tis a meal for which to die"

"It wont be nothing fancy then?" enquired Fly of Spider 

"I guess I'll leave it up to you, I'll have what you decider" 

"There are many things" the spider chimed  "On which we both could feast".

"The rotting flesh of carrion" or "Five day old dead beast."

"There may be fruit gone moulded or sandwiches left waste"

"But I'm a rather descerning spider of very perculiar taste"

"You're  a very welcome diner" said the spider to the fly

"So many choices on the menu, now that you can't deny" 

"And while you've sat there patiently, well here's the funny thing"

"I've decided that for Luncheon we'll have someting on the wing"

"My minds made up" the Spider cried a dancing on eight feet

"You're on the menu Darling! It's you I'm going to eat."

A look of horror crossed the face of fly, now truly stuck.

I'm on the menu?... You cant mean? Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Oh fuck...

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