Walking to my room
Turning on the light
Looking at the floor
I'm having a fright
Seeing a spider
Crawling up to me
One, two, three no
Four legs and the body
Looking up at me
I'm really shaking
I'm feeling kind of sick
Then I hear my brother laughing
I think he's having a fit
He's winding me up again
I think he'd better run
For when I catch him
I'm going to kick his bum.
Poem written by
Amanda Dawn Forshaw