This poem is dedicated to my Soup buddy Ian Guyler and is inspired by/in response to his fantastic, funny piece, 'SpiderFinger'. Thanks for all your valued input, Ian!
================================ I have a feeling I cant shake... I know not of it what to make. I'm certain someone else is here and this idea keeps me awake. I first make sure the shelves are clear, then, into every corner peer. If someone HAS been watching me, then I shall catch the buccaneer! How IS he managing to flee? He's stealthy. Or... perhaps he's wee? And when he runs, where does he go? How can I catch what I can't see? The finest victories come slow. I've cornered (finally!) the foe high heels were made for stepping on... Spiderfinger......? .Meet SpiderTOE! ===============================
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