I just wanted to get a quick shower
But decided ablutions can wait
There’s the spider from hell in my bathtub
He’s the size of a small dinner plate.
He was fine when he lived in the kitchen,
And I coped with him out in the hall…
But the bathroom’s a different matter
I don’t like him in there at all.
I’d hate him to go down the plughole,
For one thing, he’s too fat to fit!
Inadvertently stepping upon him?
I wouldn’t like that, not a bit!
Just supposing he goes for the popcorn
And then leers at me over the tap?
Or he fancies a snack more substantial?
I’d be out of the bath in a snap!
But this morning, he’s once again missing,
Now I worry where he’s gone to hide
As I shake out the folds of the towel
Just in case its in there he resides…
I don’t want to be watched in the shower,
By something with more legs than me…
I’m not sure which is worse to be honest,
A watcher or one I can’t see…