Web Keeper
There she is again! That great big spider.
Show her the door. Don't spoil this insider.
Yet now on the ceiling, she rests up high.
My broom swipes hard though I fail in my try.
She's hoping to stay and spin a big net.
I grab some bug spray but it's the wrong kind.
"Once I got bitten", my friends I remind.
Nightfall comes, spider looks to be asleep.
My promise to win is one I can't keep.
Last seen, she's bigger and hasn't moved yet.
Copyright © Hilda Greenhough | Year Posted 2023
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