Spider In My Pencil Case - Poem by Stephen Katona
From a group of boys,
Came excited jabbering noise.
In the corner of the playground,
There was something they had found.
A boy called Tom poked it with a stick,
Watching made me feel quite sick.
I could see it was a baby spider,
My first thought was to hide her.
I cupped her in my hands,
And resisted all the boys demands,
Firmly saying 'no,
I'll never let her go! '
She tickled my palm,
Glad to be safe from harm.
I thought hard about a hiding place,
Then dropped her in my pencil case.
From that day on she was my pet.
I kept her safe from every threat.
My friends helped me catch a fly,
To feed her so she would not die.
Then one day in Maths she gave me the slip,
When I forgot to close the zip.
I didn't see her leave her den,
And thought we'd never meet again,
Until I saw in plain view,
My friend upon my shoe.
The boys were quick to tell the teacher,
About my eight legged creature,
So I had to set her free,
On the trunk of a sycamore tree.
I knew it was for the best,
But I found it hard to free my guest.
At last I said goodbye,
With many a tear in each eye.
That was a year ago,
And still I miss her so...
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