It was weird

the scent the spray

that i heard and saw

that day

“how’s that?”

u ask?

well, let me replay

it was an old town in an old place

that held no rhyme or reason,

there was a crime committed

the worst kind

the kind that surpassed even treason

“just say it now!”

u scream and yell

but I’m not ready, so calm yourself

now back to business

where was I?

oh yes, the man that had to die!

he was not killed nor a victim of suicide

he was the one who saved

but lied

for in the well a mystery grew

the spinner’s home, the crawlers too

he went down to fetch some glue

but that mistake was an awful do

at first the silk constricted his air

and then the creatures went through his hair

they knew his weak spot

so they reared back and prepared

to feast on the brains of this fool

his end was near, but he would not quit!

he just had to get

the precious sticky wonder prize

that was said to give smells to eyes

and sounds to nose, and taste to ears

imagine, how’d u feel with some beers!

Because his greed overwhelmed his soul

his torture was slow

and even unknown

for the livers released their grasp

and let him take

what he so asked

up into the world

his joy made him shake

but when asked, he had lied

he said, “Nothing in the well i spied.”

and at that presice moment in time

the sticky glue overtook him

and made his senses impowered and whack

in such a bad way he could not come back

as he fell and rolled and cried

he wished he had never been greedy and lied