In the dark, the floor is made of spiders,
Even little bugs, just like gliders.
Oh dear I’m scared of the dark,
Especially at night time, deep in the park.
I hate little spiders, snails and slugs,
And those that are tiny and live in rugs.
Some are black, some are green,
Some are so tiny, they can’t be seen.
Some can fly, some can crawl,
Some are big, some are small.
Why don’t they scare you? They always scare me,
They’re horrible and creepy so far I can see.
Slimy, scary and furry too,
They really scare me. Do they scare you?
- age 5 -
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem