The Scam

Yon spider! Look what mesh-like home he keeps,

Of lines and curves; of dangling, sticky threads;

A network balloons cross a sky so blue.

Kia Ora friends, do come into my whole

Wide world made particularly for you.

A scam, perhaps! To catch those freebies' hides;

With gliding moves, and amplifying eyes

On web, the strict logging commands much sway;

In walks today, a knave with vicious mood.

Surprised oui! Reached for mouse, the closest thing,

And crashed the net, then eight cookies crumbled,

Like trash to flood any recycle bin;

So what is this hoopla here all about?

A brain so vast, with panoramic view,

Of mankind's awesome, power tool embossed.

It boils up; oil for food and food for oil;

This warning, bolder than a cache of gold;

Terror on land, the sea and sky must stop.

© Paterika Hengreaves

March 2006/Ohio, USA