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.
Thunder has an hourglass figure.
She bolts lightning from her armpits.
And rains in peace.
Male gods of thunder are very common (so strange), but there is one female one: Whaitiri. She’s a bit cannibalistic. (Thunder, lightning, the way you love me is frightening …)
Thunderbird could be a fine feathered female – strong X chromosome, at least.
In time for Inktober: Inkubator. Their logo isn’t even pink.
Knock on wood.