Poetry Friday: Neville Spider

Happy Poetry Friday, everyone.This week, I have an original poem inspired by one of my new neighbors.This spider decided it was Guardian of the Mailbox. I found it there, sometimes on the handle, sometimes inside the box itself, for a few days in a row.I wondered, what would a spider be waiting for in the mail. The answer is in the poem...  SpectocularBy Laura ShovanNeville Spider is my friend.He’s always got a leg to lendfor weaving scarvesand tiny hats.They look quite jauntyon my cats.But lately Neville’s knits won’t knot.His tangled webs are good for naught.His dots won’t polka.He moans, dismayed.“I should have trieda simple braid.”I advised him, best I could.“My eight-eyed pal, perhaps you shouldconsider glasses,Arachnospecs,for when your webworkis complex."Can't you just imagine the illustration?!This week's Poetry Friday party is at Jama Rattigan's blog. There are sure to be some delicious dishes at Jama's Alphabet Soup. See you there for the link-up.