Funny Poem

Relaxing in the filth outside of an abandoned ranch,
was poor old Brian the hobo who was tired of all life’s crap.
Glimpsing upon a little branch,
he gazed at a spider as big as an inch.

Studying its every move in the cold, misty rain,
Brian could feel this little arachnid’s pain.
Wanting a friend he squeezed on his poncho,
pacing over to its deformed little web worn and parched.

“You want a friend little man?” “I shall call you Chap.”
“Or how about Pooh, or Coop?”

The spider crazed by this boor,
arched towards Brian’s chin to chop and pinch
like a farmer goes through corn.

Arachnophobia by Eric Vargas @FamilyFriendPoems

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