Wrapped Up

Orb Weaver
Little miss orb weaver was royal,

And living outside the box pastoral.

She prospered in fine funambulism,

And high thread perfectionism.

She spun her webs so morphetic,

Defenestrating a nettbrett panic,

Then ate her partner and metamour,

Tighty-white cavemen of cervelat ecoture.

Pestilence Paganinis

Virus Virtuoso
Antivaxx disciples diddle

Crimpage con-meil
With violescent euphemisms
On the fiddle

Whilst viral bocconcini balls
Of Dracula sneezes,
Ghoulishness and panic
Echo their calls.