12. Spider
Spider on the bathroom floor
Makes me jump as he
Steps out into the spotlight.
I give him a look which
Says, “Stay there and
Don’t jump on my head”.
I imagine motherly picking
Him up, his legs span my palm,
And gently acting as my pet
He calmly sits and accepts.
But then the overhead
Lamp flickers, as long legs
Tap dance over the bulb,
And five times the size of
My baby pet, appears
His mother or his wife.
Huge hairy legs leap from
The lamp and wrap around
My throat, and zillions
Of fangs suck my blood
As a huge body
Gaffer-tapes my face.
Poetry is Painless
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