In the middle of the Isle of Nam
Sat a conspicuous plate
with a ladle and jam

Now, the jam looked delicious
Not the least bit malicious
What harm could tasting it have?

But then along came a spider
Who was drunk off hard cider
Who went straight with a gait to the jam

What joy he did exhibit
Upon sampling this rare tidbit
But soon fell over dead having said,

"Oh why did I taste this?
I'm now feeling weightless
Goodbye cruel world
I'll be see'n' ya

Then after a brief intermission
I made the unwise decision
To sample this rare tidbit myself

Then to no one's surprise
I made my own demise
And fell over twice as though dead

So you may ask,
"What moral is there to this story?
Which has no guts and no glory
Just a drunk spider, a foolish lad, and some jam."

BEWARE of hard liquor and unlabeled jam
For now you've seen what indiscriminate living can do.

by Siamese_Charlie, age 53, Dallas, Texas

interesting thought