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Tina the Tarantula poem

Tina the Tarantula

Tina the tarantula
was a timid little thing
and her favourite occupation
was simply just to sing.

She sang torchsongs and operatics
with a really perfect pitch
And would do a mean vibrato
in a voice both deep and rich.

Her vocal virtuosity,
It never seemed to ebb.
As she sat right in the centre,
of her wonderfully woven web.

But Tina was so timid,
as I already wrote
And noone, ever heard the notes.
That came From Tina’s throat

For Tina was too shy, you see
to let herself be heard
And of her friends
not one had heard
her sing a single word.
For ‘twas only in her bathroom,
While she took a shower
that Tina sang her spider songs,
fora quarter of an hour.
Now , fifteen minutes, you may say
is really not so long
to exercise your voice each day
to keep it pure and strong.
But fifteen minutes everyday
if you do the calculation
amounts to quite alot of time
for any occupation
Tina sang of many things
expressing love and hope
While all the time
She scrubbed herself
and washed herself with soap
She sang of life and loneliness
She sang of friendship too
She sang of peace and harmony
as she applied shampoo.
And with each Song, she dreamed she’d have
a very handsome prince
who’d be waiting patiently for her,
As she began to rinse.
And as she towelled herself quite dry
between each spider toe,
Her song continued sadly
in a voice quite sweet and low.
For Tina was alone, you see,
And hense, so much emotion,
In Tina’s song, and after that
She put on spider lotion.
Her song, it finished, at the moment
she walked out the door,
And the beauty it had put
upon her face was there no more.
She went to work at nine o’ clock
And worked all day at weaving
And hardly said a single word
from morning until evening
But, one day while she was singing
thinking herself alone,
A young & handsome spider
arrived at Tina’s home.
His name, this Lad was Toby
And he sold vacuum cleaners
And when he heard young Tina’s voice
He loved her before he’d seen her
His samples fell from Toby’s grasp
And clattered on the floor
And, not thinking as he did so,
he walked in through Tina’s door
The notes, from here, were crystal clear
And Toby knew quite soon
That those sweet-as-honey Melodies
came straight from the bath-room
He Made his way across the web
and listened, mouth agape,
He realised that, for his heart,
there could be no escape.
For Tina had ensnared his heart,
For Tina, he would Die
For, in the web of Tina’s song
His heart was like a fly.
His eyes were shining brightly
his heart just beat with Thuds
While all this time, young Tina’s eyes
Were simply full of suds

As she stepped from the shower
just after the final Rinse
through the frosted glass
she saw , her Patient, Handsome Prince.

She groaned, then gave a gasp of glee
then blushed a purple pink
She knew someone had heard her.
What would that someone think?

So quite shyly she stepped out there
not knowing quite what to do!
Then saw the love in Toby’s eyes
Her dream, it had come true

Her wedding gown was gossamer
with dew drops on her head
She sang a happy love-filled song
the day that they got wed!

The rest of this love story
is a tale of joy and laughter
As Singer and web-to-web sales man
lived happily ever after

(to be continued)

Tina the Tarantula poem

Mike Dineen

Paris, France

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Artist's Description

Another narrative rhyming poem about a talented singing spider, plagued by timidity. It’s got a happy ending.

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