I have eight legs,
black and small.
I'm slick and sly,
And eat many flies,
that I catch in my web on the wall.
Though some people may scream,
at my very site,
I don't cause any harm,
I just need a place thats nice and warm,
To stay through the night.
So this week,
If you see me don't sream,
Just sing the "Arachnid Song"
All week long.
Because it's "Be Kind To Arachnid Week"
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Your poem is really cool. I like it. I think the book you described was really nice. It sounds spooky and makes you think
ReplyDeleteThe books you were talking about on Mrs Morrison's blog sounds cool. They kind of sound like the video game based off Disney. Good stuff.
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