That Bite - Poem by margaret haig
That bite, from a white tailed spider, it sure hurt,
That rotten spider bite, the blister so absurd;
The sting, the throb, the burning as well,
That spider's poison made me crook for a spell.
That bite from a white tail, caused such a saga,
Felt inside it had been cut continually by a dagger;
Yet on the other hand boiled water was poured inside,
As the days passed the blister grew so very wide.
The bite from that spider, caused much concern,
Such a mess of my finger, what to do I had to learn;
Each day the pain and agony grew longer, it hurt,
Then the blister broke, the poison did spurt.
That spider bite, was so tiny at first you know,
But did so much damage, till I yelled ooow;
Then at a health shop, I found ointment for me,
Bathed and dressed it, then five hours I did see.
That bite from that spider, has healed a bit,
The skin has opened, the wound has split;
It 's taken a toll elsewhere on me, too,
Cause it's made me so tired, thru' and thru.
I thank the Lord. For taking care of me,
No doctor or nurse cared to help you see;
I prayed and asked for healing the finger of mine,
And the Lord answered my prayer, it's coming fine.
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