Sharon Jane Lansbury
Clarissa And Daughter - Poem by Sharon Jane Lansbury
Clarissa, a spider of large proportions
whose legs are found in great contortions,
fell from the ceiling above my bath
(losing her footing along the path) :
She plopped with a splash into the water
followed closely by her daughter.
though fear had made me petrified,
with all my courage full applied,
I hoisted both from soapy gunge
onto my orange duck-shaped sponge.
The tumble dryer would not suffice,
A towel would squash them both in a trice!
Appliances made for drying hair
Would fry to a frazzle this delicate pair.
But I’m pleased to say that, by and by,
Clarissa and daughter dripped quite dry.
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