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Don'T Open the Bag

The hairiest knee is waving at me, another one shows - and tickles my nose. As many appear, I reach for a beer and watch 'em emerge, ignoring the urge to run for my life - or call for my wife. My mouth is agape as spiders escape and swarm over me. Oh, help me to flee... written 11th June for Matt's Bag of Spiders contest

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Jennifer Proxenos

Date: 6/21/2023 9:52:00 AM

Jack, to the top of the class you go, this poem is really wonderful, and the short lines give it more glamour, great fun to read. Hugs and blessings, Jennifer.

Paul Callus

Date: 6/19/2023 4:57:00 AM

Hang on in there, Jack...I'll throw you a thread! :) :) // paul

Phyllis Babcock

Date: 6/14/2023 9:19:00 AM

Gave me a shiver thinking of a bad of spiders. That beer and me would have flown the coup. lol Have a wonderful week my friend. love phyl

Sara Kendrick

Date: 6/11/2023 4:19:00 PM

Ha!! Ha!! I can imagine wanting to escape. Thanks for sharing this contest entry and for dropping by my pages. Reads like a good contender to me. Way to to. Sara

Andrea Dietrich

Date: 6/11/2023 10:37:00 AM

Short and right to the point. Love it, Jack

Jan Allison

Date: 6/11/2023 7:50:00 AM

lol Jack, your poem gave me chills, i would need more than a beer to get over that scenario happening for real:-) love to you and mum:-) jan xx