Kiss the Spider
Charlotte is a teeny spider
with eight eyes
as dark as the night.
They shine with a grand spark for life,
for a kiss during twilight.
Charlotte wanted love
in her lonely world,
and she thought it would be enough.
Sometimes the little spider
got sick with itchy eyes,
a fever running high,
and mosquito bite hives.
But Charlotte always strived
to get better and right.
She’s as strong as Hercules
with webs to match.
Charlotte can catch anything,
even catch insects hard to snatch.
On the spider TV,
Charlotte would always see…
kisses filled with magic−
the ones that made spiders dream,
made spiders shoot for the sky
even though they couldn’t fly
except on the long winds.
One night,
as Charlotte dreamed of spider kisses,
the prince of spiders
fell from the tip-top branches
high above and landed
in her fresh, new web.
“Hey!” Charlotte yelled.
“I’m sorry!” the prince shouted,
getting more tangled
in her silky strands.
“Don’t you know how to get out?”
“No,” he moaned, “my mom
always makes my webs…
I don’t know what to do,” he sighed.
“Don’t do that!” Charlotte scurried over
before he cocooned himself.
“Please help, I’m scared!
I don’t know where I am…”
“It’s okay. I’ll help you.”
Charlotte quickly freed him but
the prince slipped!
She caught him just in time.
“Ah!” Charlotte shrieks,
“You almost fell!”
“Again,” the prince groans,
“The palace is too high up for me.”
“Palace?”
“Up there,”
he pointed one leg.
It was the land of above
where spiders were free
to do anything.
They had no dangers,
these royalties.
They ate as much as they could see,
never got sick,
never got lonely.
A spider princess
could get a kiss
whenever she wanted it.
This is what Charlotte had thought.
“Who are you?”
“I’m Prince Tarantella.”
“Oh my gosh!” Charlotte gasped.
“Thank you for saving me.
Can I offer you anything?”
Charlotte squealed in delight
and asked for a kiss,
he giggled and leaned in,
gave her one on the cheek.
It wasn’t as romantic as she dreamed.
As he headed back up the trunk of the tree,
Charlotte realized she liked saving the prince.
It was even better than the kiss.
She no longer felt amiss.
Ever since she saved the prince,
Charlotte became the hero
and began to save lives
whenever the moment did arise.
Why even a pig, she thought she’d try.
It started with a kiss
and ended up like this:
Charlotte the hero,
stronger than a princess.