A-Z sketches in verse: Yecch! Hit the Deck!

A Rhyming Flail on Extra Mail

I saw a spider in the sink.

He hovered by the drain.

I dropped the bills, and in a blink,

He’d found this new terrain.

The hijacker, I soon dispatched

With tap water and soap,

Then stood as sentry there and watched

Him slide that slippery slope.

At least I hope it was a him,

Not pregnant mother type.

The thought brings creepy crawlies grim

Of spidelings in my pipe.

From this day on, I’ll be alert

When picking up the mail.

I’ll give the postal box a squirt

O’er spiders to prevail.

c2015 by Linda Ann Nickerson

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Vintage/public domain artwork

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