There's a spider spinning webs,
From the ceiling to my bed.
It's a silky trick,
He's working quick,
Whilst swinging on his thread.
He's moving with intent,
As he hurries his descent.
He sways around,
Above the ground,
He's here to cause torment!
His yarn he does unwind,
As my teeth begin to grind.
My spidery foe,
Is near my toe,
And then I'll be entwined!
Now an inch is all that's clear,
'Tween the spider and my ear.
I turn his way,
And slowing say,
"Boo!" as he gets near!
The spider, shocked, clings tight,
As his balance goes with fright.
He speeds up high,
I wave bye-bye,
Till we meet again tonight!
©2003 Gareth Lancaster
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On 16/07/2013 at 10:28 GMT Liam Gilbert from Australia wrote:
"Pretty good poem."
On 18/07/2013 at 17:12 GMT William from Wakefield wrote:
"GOOD POEM :)"