The Cockneed Salticid
Come into my pedipalps,
said the spider to the fly:
You’re just trouble and strife,
opined that maggot to his wife.
Err ist what er is.
My petty pulp, said she:
It’s not me; it’s the knife of life;
chaos will set you free!
What, another religion: Discordianism!
And so ends another Inktober.