I pulled out the couch and wrenched my back;
the dust bunnies gave me a heart attack.
A clan of arachnids under my sink
spin a web big as a skating rink.
I bend to take a peek under the bed;
a thick sheet of dustiness fills me with dread.
Grandaddy Longlegs travels the floor
to build his cobweb home near the door.
When I open the windows to let in fresh air
A dustball tornado blows everywhere.
Think I'll go for a walk to adjust
and try to ignore all the cobwebs and dust.
written March 21st, 2012
Theme is Cobwebs and Dust