I built myself a hideaway
where I can waste the time of day
where I can sit and watch the world
and plot the words on paper
I made myself a welcome mat
made from coir and coconut
and laid it in my hideaway
for anyone that went astray
I left the door ajar for those
who sought to visit my abode
and stepped over the threshold
to be welcomed to my hideaway
But no-one came to where I hid
except an eight-legged arachnid
who sidled over where I sat
casting his silk across my mat
The pattern strewn in silky glue
sticking to my welcome mat
and everything that came thereafter
stuck to it, and that was that
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem