There’s milk and strokes
and somewhere warm
to sleep and scratch and think,
but the perk of being
Mrs Wickins’ cat
is the spider in the sink
The spider’s looking scary
and kicking up a stink.
Fetch Mrs Wickens. She’ll soon catch
the spider in the sink
Yes, I’m great at catching spiders,
my claw is lightning fast
I eat the legs one at a time
and save the head for last
There’s milk and strokes
and somewhere warm
to sleep and scratch and think,
but the perk of being
Mrs Wickins’ cat
is the spider in the sink
3 comments:
I wrote this at a school on Friday. It probably needs a bit more work. Whaddya think?
Good fun poem. Not much fun for the poor spider though!
You are such a clever dick. I feel sorry for the spider though.
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