There is a dead spider on my roof

stiff and silent and aloof

clinging on to what was home

now he is dead and all alone

well you arachnids all were warned

I said ‘skedaddle’ but my words were scorned

I said ‘leave now’ but you didn’t leave

so now your family is bereaved

I told you all to live out doors

dont come in here and poop on my floors

dont scare me rigid and make me scream

dont wiggle your way into my dream

just stay in the garden and lure insects in

weave a web next to my bin

I will not kill you if you do what I say

If I see you ouside I will walk away

but here in my house I will squash and smack

and spray and shoot and be on attack

so dear little insects don’t come in my house

whether cockroach or spider or little wood louse

Just keep away and enjoy a full life

away from all deadly trouble and strife

unless a bird gets you!