A Poem From The Perspective Of The Spider In The Corner Of My Room by Katie Groome
A true story told by a spider... Every morning this girl gets out of bed Looking like a bomb just hit her head She picks out an outfit to wear And then attempts to fix her hair Then she scrambles out of the room Nearly squashing me like a crazy loon Several hours later she walks back in with a slouch Clearly exhausted from whatever she did when she left our house She goes back to her bed for an hour or two What she would do next, no one knew Finally she wakes up and runs out of the room And when she comes back in, she makes a big boom She falls to the ground, spilling the pie in her hand She scrambled so fast to get back to her bed that she had a crash-land She begins to cry because her carpet, now destroyed, was just cleaned Sometimes she is such a dramatic and moody little teen I decide to waddle over to comfort her Not knowing of the fate I would soon endure I get close to her face where there drips a tear And as she spots...