Poetry that thinks out loud

THEY SHALL NOT ROAM


A spider ran across my floor

It must have came beneath the door;

For under there, there is a gap;

I need to get some kind of trap.


I got a glass and caught it quick

As that's my spider catching trick.

And under there I know it's best

'cause that allows my fear to rest.


I don't have many fears in life,

But spiders they're left for my wife,

She deals with them when she gets home,

For in my house they shall not roam.

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True story, LOL!


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