Arachnids Poem by Phil Soar

There are places in the home where spiders roam
There’s nowhere that they cannot spin their trap
In the room under the stairs, there’s no place that isn’t theirs
Especially rooms you fill with all your crap

They lurk in dusty corners, like assassins skulking prey
Waiting for a scaredy cat to pass them by one day
And when you are asleep and think that they can do no harm
They crawl across the bedroom floor to look for somewhere warm

And deep under your eiderdown they snuggle up and sleep
Right beside the very place that you will put your feet
And then when nasty bed bugs infiltrate your sleeping place
They crawl across to eat them up and dine upon your face

So if you hate arachnids and all things that crawl about
Spread some conkers in the place you think might drive them out
And then welcome the others that might come and take their place
And wipe that silly hatred from the corner of your face