A.G.E's Joint

Web in the corner Small spider repairing  A tear where the storm cloud Blew in. She has no roots Just three small hooks Supporting her world.

 Ba ba here Ba ba there Ba ba everywhere Late December Back in 63 Screwtape caught me With a ewe And I'm allergic to wool.

  I don't like surprises Away with the April Fools' prank I'll sit on the bench And watch a pink peony break.