Spied 'er Man...

Crawling slowly 'cross the floor, today I spied a spider.

Romantic hide 'n' seek he played, his girl he tried to find 'er.

I spied he tried to spy his spider, stepped aside so not to hide 'er.

floor spider
But to my woe, as I did so,

I heard a squishing from below.

And gave a frown as I looked down -

Oh how I wish I'd spied 'er.

Copyright Jonathan Fitzgerald

Many thanks to Jonathan for permission to use this poem. Please see his website for more of his excellent poetry.