Sunday, 12 March 2017

I Am Afraid But Not Scared

I chanced upon a creature so small,
And here was me, standing tall,
Looming over this little figure,
Made him look a little bigger.

I fancied it was scary
With being so hairy,
And its legs were long
With eight the throng.

‘Don’t crawl up my leg,’
I despairingly said.
‘Where do you reside
And also cunningly hide?

I often see you in the bath,
That isn’t a humorous laugh,
As I don’t want to get in
When you are within.

Shoo, and go scurrying away,
Go and find some other prey,
As I’m now going to play
Outside where you don‘t reside.’

© Andrew Stevenson 2017

A children’s poem.

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

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