Spiders - Poem by Ray Mather
Spiders are my biggest fear,
I cannot stand it when they’re near.
I jump upon my bed and shout
Whenever spiders are about.
Their legs are long and hairy, too,
For chasing after me and you.
They scoot across the bathroom floor
To scuttle under my bedroom door.
I know they’re waiting in their hordes
To pounce on me from skirting-boards.
I lie awake all night in dread,
Imagining spiders in my bed.
© Ray Mather 2006
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