The Spider. (Written To Alleviate My Granddaughters Fears) Poem by Bryan Sefton

The spider on the ceiling sits
Views my Granddaughters hysterical fits
With a seeming bemused dismay
As terrified she runs away
Then concentrates upon the thread
That cuts the corner above the bed
While listening with a confused air
To the screams that echo from the stair
Thinking 'I'm sure there's reason were I
A suspended hippopotami
Or a hanging elephant
Waiting with the firm intent
Of dropping on her should ever she
Stand in the spot that's under me
Or if tiger like or python wise
I could rip and tear and pulverize
But I dangle! That is all I do!
I'm sorry if that frightens you