I’d had a bad day from
The first moment I awoke
So to try to unwind …
I headed for a long hot soak.
But oh … what a nuisance,
A daddy-long-legs in the tub!
He looked ever-so dejected,
“Hey Mate … join the club!”
For me to have my bath,
I had to get Mr Spindly out,
And there was karma to consider,
Though, lately … I have my doubts.
Anyway, I managed to slide him,
Onto a sturdy piece of card,
He barely managed a flutter …
Being stuck in a bath is hard.
But hindsight is marvellous …
I should have recced the window first,
I flipped the poor chap straight into a
Spider’s web and made his life worse.
I couldn’t leave him dangling there,
It seemed like a horrific death,
And it was all my fault because
I’d gotten him into this mess.
So suppressing my revulsion
And arachnophobic fear,
I said, “Just hang on a moment,
I will get you out of here!”
And … I made quick work of it,
In a split-second … he was free,
But with sticky wings, he could not fly,
He fell like a stone … thanks to me.
Pam Ski
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