Little Spider
He abseiled from the ceiling
He rode a silken thread,
I blew a little breath his way
So back up he sped.
A plucky little fellow
He certainly was game.
He waited for a minute,
Then came back down again.
Copyright © Gary Smith | Year Posted 2017
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