Stephen Katona Poems
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Spider In My Pencil Case
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 ...
The Spider Saver
When a spider decides to roam,
I'm by far the bravest in our home.
It is I who rushes to help,
When my elder sisters all yelp.
Those hairy legs spread across the wall,
Make even the grown-ups curl up in a ball.
The thought of large fangs fills them with such dread,
They shiver and quiver under the bed.
I catch a flying shoe in mid-air,