Charles M Moore

Rookie - 208 Points (1953 june / Glasgow Scotland.)

The Spider - Poem by Charles M Moore

There's a spider in my workshop
in the corner of the eaves
he's big and black and hairy
and I call him Hercules
he watches while I'm working
from his web up in the roof
some people think he's scary
but I just think he's cute.

Comments about The Spider by Charles M Moore

  • (4/15/2006 12:49:00 PM)

    Cute poem even if I don't particularly like spiders that much. You know we had this huge spider web in our yard with the biggest spider you ever saw. We all admired the lovely web and were very careful to stay away from it. We just viewed it from a distance watching this huge spider catch all kinds of things in its web. One day I was joking with my mom and forgot about the web. I crashed right into it, destroying it all. Then I did the biggest dance you ever saw trying to brush it off me. 'Is it on me? Is it on me? ' I chanted over and over. My mom told me to just go take a shower because I was so freaked out about it. And no the spider wasn't on me, whew! Yeah, I'm not particulary fond of spiders, but I still liked your poem. Sincerely, Connie Webb (Report) Reply

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  • (4/15/2006 12:25:00 PM)

    Careful of the web they weave... lol... Tell Hercules hello.

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, April 15, 2006

Poem Edited: Sunday, June 18, 2006

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