SPIDER

by Norb Walker Sag - Not entered

The wily spider,
Spins it's web.
Seldom seen,
But from the bed.

Upside down,
Upon the ceiling.
Suddenly,
A creepy feeling.

It snares it's victim,
In the web so weavy.
Makes you gasp,
Your stomach sleazy.

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Date created: 1997-06-16 16:07:49
Last updated: 2021-03-03 14:39:33
Poem ID: 47451

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