The Inkwell

I heard a wail, from down below

That monstrous beast will have to go

It had six legs, or eight or ten

And decided our bathroom, was its new den

I heard my mum’s most distressed wail

Hearing the woe that was in her tale

So to the bathroom I did go

to see the creature hiding below

A spider trying to climb the bath wall

He’d get half way, but then he’d fall

And though to climb he had the knack

He only made it half way back

So I didn’t squash him I did relent

And off to front garden did he get sent

Building a home tween two fir trees

So mum she could wash whenever she pleased