A bite of a laugh…
On the patio last Thursday
l was cleaning the dust away
the chairs hadn’t been wiped for ages
and for this neglect I would pay.
My satisfied duster flicked over
each heavily soiled chair
as cobwebs flew like magic
through the warm and humid air.
A sudden sensation – a tickle –
a panic at ankle height
a tiny black menacing spider
had had more than its size in fright.
It wasn’t too happy about this
in fact it was mighty mad
so with lightning force it bit me
then hid in the nearest plant.
Who’d imagine a tiny black spider
could inflict such searing pain
I fell to the patio tiles
never to dust again.
The pain in the ankle grew sharper
the skin turned light pink and then red
The doc she prescribed penicillin,
intoned in a voice that I dread,
“You will need to take fourteen days of it
or you just might end up