A box of bananas
Import from the sun
Found carrying livestock
In number just one
The customs officials
Who opened the crate
Are suffering shock
In one hell of a state
Removing the crate lid
The opening got wider
Releasing the livestock
One large hairy spider
It shot from the crate
Where it gave one a bite
Another one fainted
Because of the fright
The third one fell down
On his backside he sat
On top of the spider
That ended up flat
© 2008 David Threadgold
Rambling Riddles & Rhymes
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
What a lovely humourous write David, I loved it. Straight to the point. I feel real sorry for the spider, what an END! ! ! ! ! ! Love and hugs Ernestine XXX