kfg moore

Aesthetics

My mother, washing up,
Saw through her kitchen window,
A well established, large
For Wales, spider.
Chomping a common and definitely
Garden butterfly.
Angered at beauty,
Being eaten by perceived beast,
She hacked and smacked,
The spider's most intricate web-site,
Destroying a work of art and architecture,
For an already dead and beaten
Bit of beauty queen,
Which unlike the hirsute hit-man,
Never did diddley-squat for pest control.
 
© kfg moore dec. 2001