Spiders
As I lay myself down to sleep
In the corners, spiders creep.
Webs catch many flies. I peak.
As I was a child, bugs I seek.
See a brown one I don't freak.
Bird gets a black one in beak.
Daddy long legs, not for geek.
Spider goes down a sink, leak.
Eight-legs creep, not in meek.
Scared cats see one, a shriek!
Black widow crawls on my teak.
Spiders are just not for meek.
Copyright © June Ellen Smith | Year Posted 2010
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