Jack Horne Poet Rhyme

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 June 21, 2023 at 9:52 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 June 19, 2023 at 4:57 AM Hang on in there, Jack...I'll throw you a thread! :) :) // paul

Phyllis Babcock June 14, 2023 at 9:19 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 June 11, 2023 at 4:19 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 June 11, 2023 at 10:37 AM Short and right to the point. Love it, Jack

Jan Allison June 11, 2023 at 7:50 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