I dipped a spider in ink and put it on a page.
What words did it write, was it a sage?
It said my legs are inky, that’s not how to write, you dope.
If you think that’s all there is to it then there is no hope.
Random rubbish is just that.
You’d be better off feeding the cat.
I said, oh well, alright, if that’s what you say.
I’ll have another think, good day.
The spider got up on his legs and spoke.
He said a joke is not funny when it’s not a joke.
I am a spider, let me go.
Rubbish is rubbish, I told you so.
11th October, 2016