Recycling bin’s due out. I’ve checked the date.
But when I reach the corner where it’s stored,
A sparkling web is stretched from bin to gate.
A quiet spider guards his fragile hoard.
Everyone's a Batley Poet
Everyone's a Batley Poet
Recycling bin’s due out. I’ve checked the date.
But when I reach the corner where it’s stored,
A sparkling web is stretched from bin to gate.
A quiet spider guards his fragile hoard.