Spider (for my childrens collection)

Once I knew a spider

wore Doc Martens on his feet,

eight hole on eight hairy legs

he wasn’t too discrete.

 

He rode a lengthy shadow

while he stomped around the floor

this micro “muy macho”

unabashedly cocksure

 

I trapped him in a glass one night

And told him at the door

“My wife she doesn’t like you

don’t you come around no more”

 

But spiders rarely listen

and ignoring my request

next evening he returned once more

our octo-booted guest

spiderunwanted guest

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Paul Sands

Tue 21st Aug 2012 00:38

Thank you all for your kind comments. It is very encouraging

<Deleted User> (6895)

Mon 20th Aug 2012 23:42

Very Dahl-ish Paul.
a treat for small and big ears-
actual big ears we mean,not Noddys sidekick!

Thank you.

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Lynn Dye

Mon 20th Aug 2012 22:55

I like this a lot, Paul. I'm not too fond of heavy booted, hairy spiders either, but good poem.

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