National poetry writing month

National poetry writing month
A month of madness

Wednesday 11 July 2018

At one with nature, unless its a spider

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She used to be at one with nature
Could sit outside in meadows wild
Bare legs on earth insects did crawl
Upon the skin of natures child

Walking on her arms and neck
Bees would crawl around her hair
Grass hoppers jumped upon her lap
Natures child she didn't care

Of course this would all change
If a spider came across the ground
Or ran across her leg or ankle
Then she'd scream and run around

Get off me! She'd shout quite loud
She Threw her arms above her head
Jumped around looking madly
Hoping that the thing was dead

And if it vanished from her sight
A stupid thought would hit her brain
'The bloody thing is up my dress'
She'd rip it off and fling it down

And so the tale of natures child
Now running topless down a path
She shouts 'Its in my knickers now'
'Get out the way! I need a bath'.

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