In a small corner dark and snug,
Lived a spider, who was cool and smug.
He made his web with style and dash,
Waiting for flies, wishing they’d crash.
A fly flew by with its eyes so wide,
Then got lost like a helpless tour guide.
"Fly, my dear," Spidey said, with a creepy cheer, "You’ve landed in my lap, I fear."
But, said the fly with its eyes bright:
"You’re in for a fright.
“I’m not alone, my dear friend.
A hungry bat's nearby, this is the end!"
Spidey looked up at the ceiling in fright,
Only to see a cute bat as dark as night.
The bat smiled with a plan,
“Nice to meet you, Spidey, I'm Stan.”
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(Woah, how do you all do this? It took me three hours to rhyme this, and even then I had to search for the rhyming words on internet.)