Farewell to the widow...

The widow remained nameless and in captivity
Long enough for Ryan to act out his photo proclivity

A web she did spin, in her jar she did dwell
Her death sentence was sure, she'd go swiftly to ....

Alcohol was the weapon of choice
Finally, a calm did come to my voice

Her fight was gone, she lost all her vigor
Who knew that spiders got rigor?


Her legs were curled underneath her so tight
But she was dead through and through, so it was all right

The photos by Ryan were so clear
I couldn't resist an update on our dear

Our dear, dear spider that now is so dead
Her black body and hourglass that was very red

Goodbye to the widow who forced me to be brave
She rests now safely in her garbage can grave.