Woke Up With A Spider

bad sleep
last night
a first

though woe

woke up
with a spider
crawling

on over
my face
cheeky

had trouble
sleeping
after that

but the spider
was shortly
dead thereafter

escape
caught
deceased

thanks
to a good
repeated

spray
with Raid
great

white hunter
was slightly
more satisfied

poem by Terence George Craddock
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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