Thursday, October 14, 2010

African Arachnid (for my grandchildren)

An eensy-weensy spider
Went up your Granny's skirt.
Down smacked her hand
To prevent the spider's hurt.

Out came red welts
And a fair amount of pain --
Granny's hand too slow
To avoid two bites, 'twas plain.

Down fell the spider,
He landed on the ground.
He thought he'd have a taste again,
Not knowing he'd been found.

The eensy-weensy spider
Then tried just one more time.
"Stomp" went Granny's foot
To halt another climb.

An "ouch!" was heard from Granny,
A tiny "crunch" then came.
That eensy-weensy spider won't
Go up a skirt again.


Anonymous said...

Ha! That sounds terrible... I am not sure I can share it with Nico, who is morbidly afraid of spiders!

Lots of Love,

Dianne, Dee, Mom, Granny said...

Even an eensy-weensy one? Pole sana!