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The Spider Who Bit My Bum

That was your first and last time. Next time you’re dead

By Marie381Uk Published 4 months ago 1 min read
By George’s Girl 2025

The Spider Who Bit My Bum

The spider who bit my bum

was tiny, evil, and dumb

I screamed I flailed I jumped so high

I’m sure the neighbors thought I’d died

It ran around like it owned the place

I swatted and cursed all over the space

my bum was under siege, total disgrace

I spun and kicked, it just stayed in place

I grabbed some cream, it didn’t care

it just sat there like it owned my chair

I yelled, I stomped, I nearly cried

this spider had me mortified

By night I limped, my pride in shreds

my bum was throbbing, my head like lead

I checked my socks, my pants, my shoe

that spider stared like it knew what to do

Next time I sit I’ll be on guard

my bum is mine, I’ll win this hard

tiny terror, you picked the wrong fight

this time I win, you’ll will not bite

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Marie381Uk

I've been writing poetry since the age of fourteen. With pen in hand, I wander through realms unseen. The pen holds power; ink reveals hidden thoughts. A poet may speak truth or weave a tale. You decide. Let pen and ink capture your mind❤️

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