(55) The Spider

I saw a horrible spider crawl,

All down my bedroom wall.

Staring with eight beady eyes,

Giving me a terrible surprise.




With eight legs, hairy and black.

And three red dots upon his black.

He stayed there, looking at me,

I am sure he had a smile I could see.




So I shouted for my dad.

He look a look and went mad.

"I'm not touching that, It's all hairy",

"Take a look, it's too scary".




So we all packed and moved away.

I wonder if the spiders' still there today.

Because now in our new house,

I have just seen a mouse.



copyright Chris Smith 1999

Author's Note

This was written the same time as the Black Kitten poem, written for my daughter. (This was her favourite, with her fear for spiders).

Reviews

[Cerebriation]

Lol. this one is cute. I thought it was a little elementary for your style until I read your footnote. I like it!