Sense Sonnet - Pumper

Black Widow Delay

Time to find a black widow she
For the black widow he to mate.
Now I do know instinctively,
I do my biz, odds are I'm ate.
The key's a she who's juvenile.
My fangs can open up her seal,
Deposit in her my sperm pile,
Do a reseal, and Dad's the deal.
This is a tricky thing to do.
A web of immature shes' would
Be for me like a dream come true.
I stumbled on one - life is good.

I got lucky this time around.
No ripe black widow gulped me downed.