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Incy Wincy Spider Takes A Shower

Poetry By: dibbledabble

Earlier this week I was about to take a shower when I had to pause to move a little friend. Whilst showering after this fun little tale lodged in my mind

Submitted:Apr 15, 2012    Reads: 131    Comments: 12    Likes: 6   

Incy Wincy Spider Takes A Shower


I'm sorry I'm late

Please Sir, don't be irate

I had to wait an hour

For to take a shower

You see. When I stepped in

I saw him

Inline with the shower spray

He decided to stay

A spider clinging to the wall

Not budging at all


A case of arachnophobia?

Oh no Sir!

It was the homework you set

And Sir, the dead line to be met

Study something natural you see said!

I thought all night Sir in bed

The birds and the bees

Or Oak or Apple trees

Or a wriggly worm

I could not decide what to learn.

So you see Sir, it was my fate

Homework selected by legs number eight


He was such a little mite

So to see him it took good eye sight

If I had jumped right on in

Round the U bend I would send him

So I fetched my spy glass

For which to enlarge his mass

And with him now super-sized

My homework I devised

With my pencil I drew him

Just like Charles Darwin

My Story is true Sir

Here's my drawing for you Sir


From his head, thorax, abdomen to his spinner

Chelicera and palp for gathering his dinner

Fovea, clypeus, sternum

I looked them up and I learned um

Parts of the leg femur, pantella, tibia, metatatsus to claw

Labelled and carefully I sketched and more

His Latin name is Tegenaria duellica

Acorrding to Wikipidia

From wet behind the ears

He might live for two years

Earwigs and woodlice he loves to munch

Juicy flies he scoffs for his lunch.

Just so you know spider poo

Is not harmful to me or you


So you see Mr Natural Science Teacher

I could not harm this creature

He was too small to shift

Off the wall he I could not lift

He would have got squashed

His life to be lost

So an hour I had to wait

For my shower to take


So please Sir don't mention

Don't utter detention

After all now I smell sweet

And my homework turned in neat

I'm sure you'll agree

Though I am a little tardy

My motives where pure

So do you forgive me Sir?


By Dibs


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