A Spider’s Web
(An original Minifigure inspired poem from True North Bricks)
Bad luck does not seem to ebb,
If you’re stuck in a spider’s web.
It doesn’t matter where you tread,
If every strand’s a sticky thread.
A random string you’ll have to choose,
Even if it means you’ll lose.
Sometimes just admit you’re beaten,
And hope that you won’t get eaten.