Disco Spider​

This is the tale of Disco Lance,
The spider who just loved to dance.
It all began quite long ago,
When Disco bought a radio,
And ever since that very day,
He’d jig and bop and twist and sway,
From morning ‘til quite late at night,
It was a quite fantastic sight.

But one day Disco did a jive,
And slipped into a head first dive,
Which ended in a nasty fall,
It really was not good at all.
Legs one to seven seemed okay,
But eight was bending the wrong way,

So Mummy rushed him to the doc,
Who looked at Disco’s leg with shock,
“By jove,’” said Doc, “leg number eight,
Does really not look very great.”
He turned to Disco, did a cough,
And said, “We’ll have to cut it off,
And as for dancing, let’s just say,
This may well be your final day.”

It looked to all the world from then,
That Disco would not dance again,
But two weeks later, while in bed,
Young Disco called his mum and said,
“I’ve now got seven legs, I know,
But I will give my dance a go,
I’ll get a wooden washing peg,
And carve it into my new leg!”

And sure enough, I’m pleased to say,
That ever since that very day,
Our gutsy little Disco Lance,
Returned to his beloved dance,
And as the story goes—they say,
He is still dancing to this day.

The End