A Spider Bag
I've a bag for spiders, you may ask why
Cannot stand them, when I spy one I cry
Pop them into the bag each one I snatch
Though they're speedy and difficult to catch.
The bag is creepy for it walks the floor
Not seen anything alike it before
I find it in the kitchen, bedroom too
I've even found spider bag in the loo.
Can’t decide what to do with the dam bag
Dare not throw it away, though it's a drag
I could not kill spiders, that would be sad
It would play on my mind and drive me mad.
What can I do with the bag, tell me please
I'm going out of my mind, I believe
To put it in a bin would be a sin
Perhaps I just must let the bag live in.
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