Mad Aunt Bernards Tortoise Poetry

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Mad Aunt Bernards Tortoise Poetry

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Lord Elpus - The Guardian

Saturday, April 4

Spider


Spider
Is that you on the floor?
Doing your trundly dance?
Eight legs and eight hobnail boots
That hold me in fearful trance.

Spider
Is that you on the shelf?
Spying down at me?
Eyes on stalks and hairy legs
You move not naturally.

Spider
Is that you on my head?
Oh Shit! Yes! I am right!
Now you're flat 'cos I've hit you with my shoe
And my visions full of flashing lights.
Scratched with a crow claw by: by the sundial hour of

2 comments:

  1. Heather4 April 2009 at 21:34

    Love this poem, love your photo - I'd know you anywhere! Is it OK if I use a haddock from the freezer to keep me safe from evil forces?

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  2. Mad Aunt Bernard6 April 2009 at 12:14

    You can use a haddock (smoked will last longer), but I do recommend keeping it in a ziploc bag for avoiding certain anti-social behaviour orders. A-thankyou.

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