Ron Dailey

by: Ron Dailey

Please don’t leave me stranded
Abandoned all alone
For I’m just a little puppy
In search for a loving home

I’ll promise to keep you happy
I’ll lick I’ll love I’ll play
You’ll never know a love like mine
That you will cherish everyday

I’ll bark at bad intruders
I’ll bark as cars go by
But please don’t leave me stranded
For without you I will die

For when you come home from work
I’ll wag my little tail
Im willing to learn brand new tricks
I’ll even get your mail

So please don’t leave me stranded
Please don’t leave me here today
For I won’t be here tomorrow
When you turn and walk away

Yeah I’m just a little puppy
So lost and all alone
Abandoned and unwanted
Without a loving home

by: Ron Dailey

Building the perfect home
Between two trees
I’m as skillful as an acrobat
With no need for trapeze

Spindling weaving crafting
Every threads in place
I need no fancy plans
For my living space

For I am a living predator
And my home is a net
Ask any flying insect
And I’m sure he’ll regret

Because if he comes through
He had better think twice
Or he’ll soon become
My living sacrifice

Yeah I am born toxic
And my venom is lethal
As my trap has just caught me
A big fat beetle

Methodically mathematically
I’ll stroll up to him
And inject the venom
That will do him in

For as he lay paralysed
And none the wiser
He has met the death
Of the black widow spider !

So delicious so nutritious
Such a succulent delight
I’ll hang him up and string him there
For later on tonight

My cunningness my willingness
Extravagance and bite
It’s a wonder how my enemies
Put up not much a fight

Yes forever the arachnid
Nature’s terrorist
As I climb back up to sleep at home
And blow a good night’s kiss …..

by: Ron Dailey

It’s twelve minutes past midnight
and you best be prepared
for you can not be frightened
nor internally scared
As you look past those shadows
from those dark voices you hear
reminiscing in ghost
you forgot through the years
As you walk past this place
while so young and so brave
yet so darkened the hole
of this lonely mans grave
Yes somewhere in the distance
from up under a tree
a dark spirit shall rise
break loose and be free
leaving behind
a soul with soiled stains
sealed up encrypted
skeletal remains
Two empty sockets
will stare up at the lid
forced to recollect
what the lonely man did
Imprisoned eternal
six feet underground
not one rise of light
not one visitor found
Yes somewhere in the distance
death – chilled to the bone
to be forever forgotten
and to be always alone !