Creepy Crawlies - Poem by Jayne Davies
I'm lying on my sofa, watching T.V,
I look to the corner, and what do I see?
A big, hairy Spider! He's looking at me!
The hair starts to rise, on the back of my neck,
Two words come to mind, Oh Heck!
Adrenalin starts pumping, my heart starts thumping!
I look all around, for something to whack him,
Oh, what am I thinking, I shouldn't attack him!
He's only a poor, tiny might,
That's come inside, for a nice cosy night,
Back out, to the Garden, you'll have to go!
For you're making me shake, from head to toe!
I come up with the notion of catching the stinker,
But he's other plans, he's a very quick thinker!
For he's really frisky, his legs pretty nifty,
He clears the rug like Linford Christie!
I've had enough, I'm off to bed!
I'll snuggle up, with the Duvet instead.
Enjoy your gloats and your smiles!
For tomorrow my boy, it's a night on the tiles!
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