I had a pet spider,
I caught him one day.
I had a pet spider,
and he got away.
My mother hates spiders,
though I don't know why.
She hates them so much
that they make her cry.
But my spider is nice,
Not mean like he seems.
I miss my pet spider.
Uh-Oh...
I just heard my mom scream.
A contest entry
- Shel Silverstein by RatherImaginative.
875 points, ended December 3, 2007, 15 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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I had to laugh as I read this, for my own poor mum is just a touch arachnophobic (understatement
); however, I must admit to having done the "spider dance" a couple of times myself. The final lines of your poem are truly Shel-esque indeed. Thanks so much for entering my contest!

