Boris The Spider

AKA: Rhyme Time I
Here's a poem I wrote with help from William Blake.


Bad Blake:
Spider, spider within my sight.
Crawling ‘round my room tonight.
How I wish that you would stay.
So I can get my shoe to slay.
Pounce! Bash! Beat! Splatter!
I know he’s dead, but it just doesn’t matter!
Splatter! Beat! Bash! Pounce!
It’s him I hate, but love to trounce!
Oh, but look! Be still my heart!
The walls are decorated with spider art.

There should never be this many spiders anywhere...
Somewhere painting my wallpaper,

Andrew- back in a week - Joseph
Today's title is by The Who