A Spider

She wanted me to kill the spider That was crawling upon the wall, She screamed kill it, kill it, kill it She wanted that spider to fall. She left the room hysterically screaming As soon as her feet first hit the floor, And there crawled that spider Which she had never encountered before. She placed a rolled up magazine in my hand As she told me to kill it dead, As she screamed kill it, kill it, kill it I though had another intention instead. She was in the next room crying and screaming As I grabbed a piece of tissue paper, I placed the alive spider outside in the yard Knowing then, she won't she it later. She wanted the poor innocent spider dead As she screamed frantically with an alarm, It was a stranger that I never met before And from rumors I won't do anyone or thing any harm. Randy L. McClave