Spider Month Poem by Valerie Dohren

Spider Month

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Batten the hatches
And seal all the doors
Close all the windows
And scour all the floors

They`ll hide in your bed
And in your dinner
Sit on your shoulder
Each one`s a winner!

So get out your torch
And be vigilant
Look out for our friend
`Cause he aint no ant!

They`re big as a bird
So walk round in fear
All larger than life
O spider month`s here!

POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
Dedicated to our Mr John Brown (he knows where I`m
coming from! !) . Sorry John, just a bit of fun.
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Heather Wilson 08 September 2012

Nice fun write, Those spiders seem to creep in every time I turn my back, I`ll double check my bed tonight.ha, ha.

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Valsa George 08 September 2012

We don't have such big spiders here in India, at least indoors! ! The very thought of them crawling all over gives such a creepy sensation! ! An interesting write! !

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Captain Cur 08 September 2012

Am I the only one that likes spiders? Funny poem, just creeping along.

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Elena Sandu 09 September 2012

How beautiful written! Great to sing it aloud. It has a chorus of its own, I see the children run with funny and bit scared laughs..Thank you for share, loved this poem!

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Walterrean Salley 09 September 2012

This is, both, scary and funny. Such a fun write. Enjoyed it much.

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Chris Blazo 07 October 2012

Not sure what spider month is, 'cause I'm not from Great Britain. I do not really like them either, and most certainly wouldn't want them in my dinner! Fun write.

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Stevie Taite 07 October 2012

I also dread that time of year But thankful for the flies they clear I wish they'd hide, stay out of sight Not scurry ' cross the boards at night A movement in periphery Makes heart rate rise immediately I'm quick to make my feet retract For fear of them is not an act Perhaps we shouldn't be so hard On keeper of the fly graveyard I have on up upon a shelf I never see him, he is stealth I often have to use a Hoover Just as a dead fly remover He kills the wasps, he's that hardcore As creatures I hate them much more As long as he stays out if sight To let him live? I think I might! X x Love your poem! X x x I still find them hard to kill directly. It's a glass and beer mat for me, or the Hoover if its handy! But not for Boris the shelf spider! He is spared for his elusiveness! X

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Danny Draper 13 September 2012

A great write and a bit scary. You may keep your large spiders real or of imagination, we've got enough here thanks, no immigration.

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Anthony Foster 12 September 2012

My imagination becomes vivid when reading your poetry, How ever you do it just keep on doing it as your poetry is brilliant.

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S.zaynab Kamoonpuri 11 September 2012

Yikes arachophobiacs alertd with yor remarkable poem. R they really all over d place?

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