Two folding chairs lean against the fence  theyre covered in cobwebs and lively spiderwebs

I got a couple of black widows sitting with me

and I asked them for a favor

--   Please dont eat your mates while youre here with me

It aint like I got a weak stomach

I just prefer to speak the plain truth

                                                          and if I have to  Ill attest to what Ive witnessed

And while personally I think it may be applicable for some womenfolk who are abused by their men
 

thered be a lot to eat

and I dont think  at least   not to the best of my knowledge

that Betty Crockers got around to printing that recipe

or not in ink  just yet

  

(which isnt to say the eaten wouldnt deserve their just deserts)

 

So the two black widows chased off their amorous mates

--   Later  I promise

they chimed

a promise most males would take

--   Truly  Later

--   Truly Later  Gods Honest Truth

We promise

they said over their grumbling bellies

--   Thank you ladies

I said

trying to devise into which fantastic eyes I was to look to express my sincerest thanks  earnestly

--   Youre welcome

they chimed

My visiting chairs arent used

except by two black widows

they are excellent companions

my solitude is complete and respected

though we havent much to say nor really much in common

and when evening draws near  I artfully excuse myself 

I hear them peal their dinner bells

that their mates take to mean

something altogether different

I cant help but wonder how is it that the Word hasnt spread

                                                                                                   or are Males so thick 

that no matter their species

they always  always    think with their dicks

1715,  Friday,  22  4. 11