A Spider Poem by Randy McClave

She wanted me to kill the spider
That was crawling upon the wall,
She screamed kill it, kill it, kill it
She wanted that spider to fall.

She left the room hysterically screaming
As soon as her feet first hit the floor,
And there crawled that spider
Which she had never encountered before.

She placed a rolled up magazine in my hand
As she told me to kill it dead,
As she screamed kill it, kill it, kill it
I though had another intention instead.

She was in the next room crying and screaming
As I grabbed a piece of tissue paper,
I placed the alive spider outside in the yard
Knowing then, she won't she it later.

She wanted the poor innocent spider dead
As she screamed frantically with an alarm,
It was a stranger that I never met before
And from rumors I won't do anyone or thing any harm.

Randy L. McClave