Arachnaphobia

Over in the corner By the photo of the Queen Lives a great enormous spider Trying hard, not to be seen He is very very hairy And he’s very very fat And the last time that I saw him I could swear he wore a hat Now he’s lived behind the picture For a while, I am sure He moved there from the gap Between the skirting and the floor He used to be quite cosy In his space against the wall With his appetite for flies He soon found it far too small When I walk in the room now He will give me such a stare And looks at me as if to say “I really couldn’t care” He’s bigger now, it’s frightening And the family live in fear When I popped out for my tea He made the budgie disappear My minds made up, he’s has to go And so, I grab a towel I walk into the lounge, and, Did I really hear a growl? My fathers says I’m stupid Are you man or are you mouse? I’ll answer him tomorrow When I’ve finished moving house © John W Fenn 13-07-2009