There’s a spider in my bathroom.
I named her Geraldine.
She dangles in the corner
And watches me get clean.
As long as I can see her.
She really means no harm.
The only way she’d creep me out,
Is if she touched my arm.
My parents aren’t as patient.
They sweep her with the broom.
Seems like a lot of nonsense.
She takes so little room.
Grandma says I’m bigger.
Spiders don’t eat us.
So why is Daddy screaming,
And making such a fuss?
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I remove spiders to our garden and then I kindly but urgently warn them: ‘Next time I might be cranky you know!’
I never see them again, only their friends.
I find them easy to talk to too! 🙂
Too right – “why is Daddy screaming” made me smile. I like your poem.
Thank-you…spider removal is mommy’s job more than folks think! 😉
I love this! Thanks for the smile!
Thank you too! Glad to lighten your day 😉
OH! This is very fun! 😀
I appreciate your comment! My granddaughter really DID name a spider in my bathroom. 🙂
What a sweety poem.