I bought a drink on the World Wide Web.
On the alcohol EBay’s flow and ebb.
A Spider Cider bottle was what I ordered,
The box it came in was spider web bordered.
I tore the web and the paper to bits,
My room like after a fluffy toy blitz.
I opened the bottle and poured me a glass.
Skittering visions escaped with the gas.
The foam was spiders running on its surface.
Breathing, it let out a soft, smooth purr-hiss.
It smelled sweet and somehow sticky,
I grabbed it and prepared for a quickie.
Down my gullet and tickling my tongue
A flavor of banana and fish, quite young.
Silky and smooth, sticky and cold.
I just waited and let it unfold.
I liked the taste but felt like a snack.
Some ants and wasps fried crisp on a rack…