FOREVER FRIENDS. A poem by Ann Wilson

He sweetly scampers across my bed,
such a welcome visitor on my wall.
In so many nooks and crannies,
my friendly spider likes to crawl.

Sometimes I'll find him in my shoe,
or he'll be snuggling in my bath.
It's his way of saying "how do ya do?"
He makes me happy, makes me laugh.

He'll be lurking round the U-bend,
just as I sit down on my loo.
But as I said before, my friend,
he's only saying "how do ya do?"

This beautiful, hairy creature,
he just wants to share my home.
And with his extended family,
I know I'll never be alone.

So if you find a hairy spider

Please just let him be.

He'll catch those nasty, buzzing  flies 

And eat them for his tea!