Friday, 19 August 2011


Once I knew a spider
wore Doc Martens on his feet,
eight hole on eight hairy legs
he wasn’t too discrete.

He rode a lengthy shadow
while he stomped round the floor
this micro muy macho
unabashedly cocksure

I trapped him in a glass one night
And told him at the door
“My wife she doesn’t like you
don’t you come around no more”

But spiders rarely listen
and ignoring my request
next evening he returned
our octo- booted guest

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