Beach Ball Bouncing

Spider's sitting
On my window sill
I wonder if he's knitting
A jersey for the winter
Rather than just sitting still.
The web is hanging
Over by the mill
I wonder if it will still be there
If I pop out for a pair
Of roastable krill.
Eminently
Chortling through my day
Like a chilled soprano
And a bowl of macaroni
In a restaurant (by the way
I'd let you know
There is a free space
Purring quietly for you
Sunk down through the blue
Of the ocean by my place.)
The sky is clouding
And I hope it isn't going to rain
I'll have another marageta
As the sky turns to pepper
And pass the lonely web again
To go bring in the washing.