Squished!

By Rondo, Poet and Balladeer

Hello dear friends,
 
Well, Mousie had two weeks to twitch her tail and spin her tales, now it’s time to return for some more poetic fun.  This epic poem (epic, by my standards, not the terms of poesies past) is based on truth.  It actually happened recently.

I hope you’ll enjoy.  The ol’ girl is terrified of these creatures and that gives me fodder for teasing her.  Only thing is, I think she’s had the last laugh this time.

​Apologies to spider lovers everywhere.  We love spiders and so does Grammy (well maybe we could say Grammy likes, but even that is a bit strong, how about tolerates)... but she insists they should be tolerated outside.  Wish we could say no spiders were hurt during this incident.  
 
Spider, spider on the ceiling
Do you know what Grammy’s feeling?

​So here it is.....

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Squished!
 
Blotch on the ceiling
Eight legs uncurling
Ten eyes all staring
What can it be?
 
Tails are unfurling
Curiosity prevailing
Hind legs extending
Hoping to see.
 
Biped noticing   
Felines’ focusing.
Oh no! Seeing
It isn’t a bee!
 
Spider’s a-skipping
Swatter it’s whipping
Flopping and flipping
Demise it’s to be.
 
Biped she missed
The creepy arachnid;
On silk down it slid
To land on her knee.
 
Scream was heard next
Biped sore vexed
Danced and convexed
To Remove the not-bee.
 
Onto the floor
'Twas brushed, furthermore
To curl as though sore
Said, “Oh woe is me!”
 
Then biped took foot
Swooped in with a hoot
Stomped down with her boot
Said, “Dead!” with such glee.
 
Five felines folorn,
This Spider did mourn;
This cannot be bourne,
Such a meanie is she.

© Whiskers, Mouse, Sweetie, Etude & Rondo - Mischief and Mayhem Central

​There it is, friends. Again, we apologize to all spiders and spider lovers everywhere. 

AND as always, comments are welcomed...especially when kept fun and friendly.

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