More Poetry

It seems I still can't attach pictures to my blog from Safari at home
so.here's more poetry...
Hey, I warned you.
If any of you are not familiar with William Blakes Poem, here it is, before I subject you to my rewrite:

The Tiger:

TIGER, tiger, burning bright  
In the forests of the night,  
What immortal hand or eye  
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?  
 
In what distant deeps or skies
Burnt the fire of thine eyes?  
On what wings dare he aspire?  
What the hand dare seize the fire?  
 
And what shoulder and what art  
Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
And when thy heart began to beat,  
What dread hand and what dread feet?  
 
What the hammer? what the chain?  
In what furnace was thy brain?  
What the anvil? What dread grasp
Dare its deadly terrors clasp?  
 
When the stars threw down their spears,  
And water'd heaven with their tears,  
Did He smile His work to see?  
Did He who made the lamb make thee?
 
Tiger, tiger, burning bright  
In the forests of the night,  
What immortal hand or eye  
Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?


And now:

The Spyder:

Spyder Spyder burning bright
in the cupboard of the night
What immortal hand or eye
could frame thy creepy crawlyness

In what dusty cracks or nooks
inside shoes and behind books
do you wingless monster lurk
you whose mouth will never smirk.

And what ellbow and what limb
does enable you to skim
'cross the goss'mer of thine net
you who never saw a vet.

What the slipper what the spray
do they kill you, I say nay
what the hoover with its roar,
does it suck you evermore

when the stars are in their sleep
and the soggy heavens weep
in dry corners do you still
feed on flydoms overspill

Spyder Spyder burning bright
in the cupboard of the night
If I see thy helpless rump
I just wet myself and jump.


Also, look out for future poetic outporings, such as:

Poodle poodle burning dull
in the woods near Sollyhull

Mudskipper mudskipper washed away
from his abode in the clay

Robin robin burning brief
on a twig without a leaf

Jellyfish jellyfish, glassy ball
gosh you wouldn't burn at all