Millions of spiders they climbed Up the wall. Spinning there webs so great and small. Ready to catch some flies for a tasty meal. Up and down Round and down They trap their Victims one by one. Trapping their little black wings onto a net. Now the spiders have gone and ate
The rhyme in this worked really well, especially the first four lines, those ones worked extra well. And that opened it for the rest. Nice story there to, of the spiders and how they get their food. Nice poem.
Hello my name is Rosalind and I first started writing poetry in April of 2011. I am a born again Christian and have a wonderful relationship
with father God I would have never imagined for one second.. more..