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!
Jayne Louise Davies
line 10: Might you mean 'mite'? mite mīt noun A very small contribution or amount of money. A widow's mite. A very small object, creature, or particle.
Yes I have to agree there Bri. It should read mite! Like a hawk you are : )
So, one night in bed with you, then to the cold floor tiles in the future? Poor fella, or......poor lass? bri : ) 5 stars
Linford Christie [Olympic British sprinter]: Defending his Olympic title in 1996, Christie was disqualified in the final after two false starts. His reaction time was 0.086 seconds. Under IAAF rules, sprinters are not allowed to start from their blocks faster than 0.1 seconds.
DULLARD: 'dullard dŭl′ərd noun A person regarded as mentally dull; a dolt. A dull or stupid person; a dolt; a blockhead; a dunce. A stupid person; a dunce.'
OOPS! i SENT LAST NOTE PREMATURELY.......**dullard, A WORD i THINK i'VE never used and rarely heard used.
THIS reminds me of ME: 'I come up with the notion of catching the stinker, But he's other plans, he's a very quick thinker! ' .....though my mate may think I'm a dullard
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I've found similar-looking spiders (oh my!) , nearly as large, in a shed connected to our house! NICE PHOTO. Back to poem now.
I hate the horrid things! : (