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[aid] => mick
[title] => I'LL NOT STEP INTO YOUR PARLOR
[time] => 2005-05-23 17:50:23
[hometext] => The Spider and the Fly by Mary Howitt has always been one of my favorite poems. I thought it would be fun to rewrite it, using the technology of our day,
[bodytext] =>   "I'LL NOT STEP INTO YOUR PARLOR" (2005) Said the wide-eyed fly to his spider host. With my built in sonar, I'll glide carefully by your web so I can boast! Let me get a good look at you--up close. I watch you on TV, I'm aware Miss Spider what you do to my "fly fellows!" "My pretty little parlor is so easy to access. Just a tiny little staircase, ten steps more or less. I have such beautiful paintings I'd to you would show," "I thank you kindly Miss Spider, but you ask in vain, for I've no intention upon your bed to go. For those that go up, never come back, or so I heard on the radio!" "Ahhhh my sweet dear little fly you've worked so hard today, Soaring high and diving low, wings so weary, Rest them upon my little bed, come dear and stay" "Oh my goodness No Miss Spider, for I'm very leery, for, I know 'tis "crack" you use, and those that sleep upon your bed, become quite "silly!" From the net I learned, that's when you become quite crawly! "You tuck each little fellow in, and draw your curtains around. You pretend to be so kind and caring, but soon they can't be found!" I'm a aware of you Miss Spider, for I'm no fool. "Those that go upon your bed, n'er awake, I learned that, in "Flying School!" "My dear sweet fly friend what is it I must do? I truly do love you, how can I convince you that I have no intentions of harming you! You see within my pantry, I've stored many goodies there......" "I've trained with the FBI, you sly ole spider you, if I enter your pantry, you'll to me ensnare!" "Oh my....you are so delightful, so delicious, 'er.... nutritious...'er. a....beautiful Handsome fly with great big eyes, and wings so shiny like an angel, I have a great big mirror on my parlor shelf Where you may gaze upon your beautiful self " "I know from my CIA training that mirror of yours is probably two-way..... No Thank you Miss Spider, I'm not staying to be observed, I'll be flying on my way!" Coy and cunning Miss Spider turned her back upon the fly..... "Rejection is what flies hate, and I know he'll come back, so I'll just standby. I'll weave an invisible web into this tiny corner sly. Set my table nicely for when I eat that stupid fly!" "I think he needs some more encouragement, so I'll sing a pretty song.... "You are so beautiful, my dearest fly fellow, wings like crystal and antae so long.... Your clothing is fit for a King, or royalty of kin, Nicely rounded, plump with muscles, eyes filled with tastefulness to the brim!" 'Twas not a full minute before the fly would hear all the flattery she would endear.... He decided it might be safe if he fluttered back... as long as he didn't get too near. He'd learned as a Helicopter pilot to hover without fear. Tricky Miss Spider at last saw her chance to advance and snare!!!! She jumped straight up and grabbed the fly, catching him in mid-air!!! "The fly was ready for anything she could deploy... His radar was ready, so he pulled back his flying stick, increased the power, and climbed with joy..... Along with him came Miss Spider whipped by the wind and soon lost her grip! So now my dear children. from the Spider take a lesson...... She did lie, conceive, and flatter, without caution. What a tangled web she now spins..... For being dishonest, one never wins! My thanks to Mary Howitt, A marvelous poetess, All credit goes to her, and her "Spider and the Fly."  "I created this poem with a hidden spy!" Lovingcritters consue May 20, 2005 ![](http://lovingcritters.smugmug.com/photos/22880694-S.jpg") "Flying high smiles!" ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I've included the "Spider and the Fly" for you to enjoy as well.....by Mary Howitt. SPIDER TO THE FLY By Mary Howitt "Will you walk into my parlor?" said the spider to the fly; "'Tis the prettiest little parlor that ever you may spy. The way into my parlor is up a winding stair, And I have many curious things to show when you are there." "Oh no, no," said the little fly; "to ask me is in vain, For who goes up your winding stair can ne'er come down again." "I'm sure you must be weary, dear, with soaring up so high. Well you rest upon my little bed?" said the spider to the fly. "There are pretty curtains drawn around; the sheets are fine and thin, And if you like to rest a while, I'll snugly tuck you in!" "Oh no, no," said the little fly, "for I've often heard it said, They never, never wake again who sleep upon your bed!" Said the cunning spider to the fly: "Dear friend, what can I do To prove the warm affection I've always felt for you? I have within my pantry good store of all that's nice; I'm sure you're very welcome - will you please to take a slice? "Oh no, no," said the little fly; "kind sir, that cannot be: I've heard what's in your pantry, and I do not wish to see!" "Sweet creature!" said the spider, "you're witty and you're wise; How handsome are your gauzy wings; how brilliant are your eyes! I have a little looking-glass upon my parlor shelf; If you'd step in one moment, dear, you shall behold yourself." "I thank you, gentle sir," she said, "for what you're pleased to say, And, bidding you good morning now, I'll call another day." The spider turned him round about, and went into his den, For well he knew the silly fly would soon come back again: So he wove a subtle web in a little corner sly, And set his table ready to dine upon the fly; Then came out to his door again and merrily did sing: "Come hither, hither, pretty fly, with pearl and silver wing; Your robes are green and purple; there's a crest upon your head; Your eyes are like diamond bright, but mine are dull as lead!" Alas, alas! how very soon this silly little fly, Hearing his wily, flattering words, came slowly flitting by; With buzzing wings she hung aloft, then near and nearer grew, Thinking only of her brilliant eyes and green and purple hue, Thinking only of her crested head. Poor, foolish thing! at last Up jumped the cunning spider, and fiercely held her fast; He dragged her up his winding stair, into the dismal den - Within his little parlor - but she ne'er came out again! And now, dear little children, who may this story read, To idle, silly flattering words I pray you ne'er give heed; Unto an evil counselor close heart and ear and eye, And take a lesson from this tale of the spider and the fly. [comments] => 7 [counter] => 175 [topic] => 68 [informant] => Lovingcritters [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => fictional )
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