Written while still in the heat of Spain
SPIDER in the BATH
How many times have we heard a shriek
That heralds a monster, not to say a freak!
Trying to get out, but slipping down
Many turn the tap and watch it drown.
How unkind and makes you wonder
In ‘water boarding’ how we’d flounder.
We are at best inhuman to each other
And those species that scare us are another.
This wave of heat allows them all to grow
To sizes bigger than we usually know
And the fear grows much bigger too
We’d run a mile crying, ‘boo hoo!’
The monsters crave a drink and water cool
But end up at the bottom of our salty pool.
How sad an end, trying to quench a thirst
If only they’d dipped one of eight feet in first.
But what of a mosquito hidden in the loo
Would that not be cause for a hullabaloo?
Now where did I put the fly swat? Quick!
That’ll sort the problem with a slick flick!
Flying friends of all colours on the wing
I do adore especially when I hear them sing
But minute monsters of all the flying kind
Are abhorred as nuisance to all humankind.
They may be food for something in the chain
But many wish them washed down the drain
They bring disease in their many multitude
And cause the deaths of many a human dude.
Let’s face it, to cap it all it must be said
Is the spider in the bath you’d rather dead?
How many more would we rather kill
To keep as trophy or they make us ill?
Is there not a place for us all on planet Earth?
We are in danger of creating a complete dearth
Of all living things, save us in greediness
Or we’ll just end up in eternal loneliness!
© David Tenneson 2016.