MY SECRET FRIEND

 

My secret friend

So fat and round

Under my bed

Was often found.

 

My secret friend

Liked being alone

Avoids emails

And mobile phone.

 

My secret friend

Never idle

Can walk up walls

With sideways sidle.

 

My secret friend

With legs of eight

And web well made

Prepares to wait.

 

My secret friend

Clears my room

Of flying pests

His web their tomb.

 

My secret friend

Costs nothing to feed

He always finds

The food he’ll need.

 

My secret friend

So black and furry

After he’s fed

Is almost purry.

 

My secret friend

So very lovable

Mum believes

He’s only trouble.

 

My secret friend

Had got to go

Mum thinks spiders

The deadly foe.

 

My secret friend

Doesn’t have ears

But very hurt

About Mum’s fears.

 

My secret friend

Was so bereft

He packed his bags

And quickly left.

 

My secret friend

So fat and round

Under my bed

No longer found.

 

oooOooo

 

© Margaret Pearce