Males must have cottoned on,
and be on edge,
in the female-eats-male spider world.
Her excess must make them,
one, never know if one's mated with success, and
two, keep on sending one more.
They must draw straws,
and have gay play
while waiting for their day.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
One shot and through! ! ? I might be gay if I was a spider too.: -)