SPIDERS
Where did that lonely spider come from,The one wearing shoes
Walking across the floor.
Did he climb through the window,
Didn't hear him knocking at the door.
Pleased to meet you I said.
He hurried to hide on his 8 little legs,
I was wondering if you please.
When it rains could you tell me,
do you get an ache in your knees.
There's no need to be scared you see,
Can I make you a sandwich of cheese.
Please feel free to bring your family,
The spider just turned and growled at me.
Guess he doesn't like a sandwich of cheese,
Some spiders are just to hard to please.
Perhaps he would have liked,
Ham instead of cheese.
Poetry by Alan J Ripley
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Written on 2023-01-29 at 00:55
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