I
chanced upon a spider 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 there within.’
‘Shoo,
and go scurrying away,
Go
and find some other prey,
As
I’m now going to out to play –
Please
don’t frightfully stay.’
©
Andrew Stevenson 14/01/2018
A re-edited piece.
Thank you. Love love, Andrew.
I don't like spiders either Andrew/ My nightmare scenario would be to be locked in a room full of spiders in a thinder storm.
ReplyDeleteYvonne.
Greetings Yvonne. Sorry you are scared of spiders, and sometimes envisage yourself with them! I wrote this from a child's perspective, and I myself am not scared of them! I pick them up and take them outside when I find one in my home. Blessings to you. Love love, Andrew.
Delete