A spider came to my office….
A spider came to my office.
I didn’t know what to do,
So I greeted her as a guest;
didn’t grate her under my shoe.
She had sexy gold markings,
on a body chocolate brown,
slim, jointed legs and pied pedipalps
and a gold crown all her own.
She jumped up along my leg
and got onto the table,
looked me square in my eye,
as if eager and willing and able
to help me with my work.
I turned her mini-help down
but she was not to be put off
by a word or even a frown.
She jumped into my file cover
got stuck between two pages
I rushed before she passed over.
Carefully! Slowly! Took ages!
She now wanted to type
on to the keyboard sprang she
but she was once again mightily floored
as to how to press down a key.
I offered her a pencil or pen
she was vain to touch such stuff
wandered off for more interesting things
of Literature she’d had enuff.
She jumped onto my shirt,
went onto my collar.
I was statue still, perspiring,
I didn’t want her to be a goner!
Angrily I swatted her off.
No more, get right off me!
But she just wouldn’t go away,
that arachnine busybee!
To her feminine side I made appeal;
I made her pirouette on my hand.
A super model I made her feel,
posing next to a rubber band.
At last satisfied, she was off
to a world of fame and glory.
With a twinkling of silk thread
launched off the table twelve-storey.
Immediately I raised my feet
so as not to crush her.
All the way outside the door
my cheers and waves followed her.
So whenever you are tired or bored
just call my eight-legged friend.
If you promise not to harm her
she’ll entertain you no end.
She’ll teach you a thing or two
about space, agility and time.
She’ll cock a elegant leg at you,
even teach you how to rhyme.
I have added some snaps over here
so that you’ll recognise when you see her.
Be careful of my little spider dear
of gorgeous looks, and good humour!
Sigh, all mine including the blurry ones!