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
