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.
2 comments:
Ha! That sounds terrible... I am not sure I can share it with Nico, who is morbidly afraid of spiders!
Lots of Love,
Kate
Even an eensy-weensy one? Pole sana!
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