The spider

Written by: Seren Roberts

I just looked at my ceiling
What do I see
A ruddy great spider web
Looking back at me

How the heck  do they do it
This ones suspended in space
The beginning is a wall
The ceiling is its  base.

Are they dead acrobats from the circus
Still showing what they  can do
You think  theyre  after flies
But secretly spying  on you

Or maybe just maybe 
It knows its halloween
So want to frighten me to death
Whens they dangle in front of me.

So then mr spider
Take up thy bed and walk
I dont want u in my house
When u go you can take the mouse.