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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THEY SHALL NOT ROAM
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