Little Spiders

Little spiders in your room Racing through the darken gloom Cross the floor how fast they go While you're sleeping, breathing low. Wake up! Wake up! Turn on the light Before they get you in the night! Up the wall they slowly crawl Spiders tiny, spiders small From the ceiling see them fall Too many to count them all. Look out! Look out! Go lock the door Or they will get us all for sure! Hanging from a slender thread Spiders slide down to your bed Cross your legg onto your head If they bite you you'll be dead. Too late, too late. I tried to warn There'll be nothing left by morn. In your ears and nose and eyes Evil spiders, small in size, Spin their web and when they're through They shall suck the blood from you. Yet another item from the ongoing series "Lucifera's Questionable Daycare Poems and Stories." It appeared in W. H. Pugmire's weird poetry anthology "Visions of Kroy'don" (Seattle: Sesqua Valley Press, 1976).