A Spider And A Man

Poem By kendall thomas

A spider strung his net
above my kitchen sink
that struck my head
whenever I took a drink.

I gently tapped the net
to tell him this would not do.
When I came back
the net had withdrew.

Strange that a man and a spider
can get along but men cannot.

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