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There's a spider in my passive
 

There's a spider in my passive,

It's messing me about,

It flicks the garden light on,

When there's nobody about.

 

I've sprayed it and I've waited,

But it's hiding round the back,

It's watching and it's waiting,

It can see me through the glass.

 

The night is dark, my bed is warm,

The spider hits the light,

It's time to get the yo-yo,

Up and down all night.
 

© Joseph G Dawson