The Lowly Spider

                   The Lowly Spider

A dismal sort, she peered from her judas hole
Like bilge, web silk spewed from her spinner
Putting the onus on innocents passing by
Ever the hunter looking for a moist dinner

She was an arachnid of unremarkable talents
Who finagle the lifeblood from other folk
And though her demeanor was gauche and crude
She spun them in silk stronger than a yoke

Weighed down by the ghastly image she portrayed
Alone, forsaken by those on which she preyed
Retreating quietly to her web crocheted
To lie in wait till the next victim strayed.

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Words required to be used by "Para/Poem Challenge "Open""  in this poem:
         Dismal...Judas...Bilge...Onus...Finagle...Gauche