They hide around the corners
Of Charles dickens in a book
They hide beneath the skirting boards
But not there when you look
They hide inside the radio
All quiet they make no sound
They hide in all our floorboards
Making sure they can’t be found
They hide in all our cupboards
Inside our many things
They hide within a jewellery box
Among my wife’s gold rings
They hide down bathroom plugholes
And don’t come out till night
They hide because that’s what they do
Whilst they wait to give a fright
They hide because they’re good at it
They are proper little hiders
They hide the fact they like to scare
Those big black hairy spiders
© 2008 David Threadgold
Rambling Riddles & Rhymes
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very good scary little story.