The Spiders' Day

A Poem By Hannah W. // 9/10/2008

The Gnomes are bouncing on the spider's web,
just like a trampoline,
the spider's don't appreciate this
but don't wish to be mean

so they just push a shove a bit
oh, no-- it's quite gentle, sure,
they just want to fix their traps
and the fly cunningly lure

but the gnomes are too loud next door,
they want to have a party,
the spiders rolled their eyes and said,
'We should'a moved away, see?'

But moments later, envelopes
appeared in each's lap,
they read the invitations,
and with but one last glance,

they scuttled off to meet the gnomes,
for who'd resisit good cake?
little did they know their webs
would soon disintegrate

they got back home at eight o' clock,
and what awaited them?
a mess, their homes, all but destroyed,
and gone their precious webs!

Their artistry, the work, the time!
Gone, in just a flash,
they sighed with resignation,
and as the night breezed by...

they worked and worked, so tireless
until the job was done,
at last they crowled on into bed,
the battle (for now) won.

Still you can see the curious bunch
the spiders, gnomes, and friends,
way up in the ceiling-realm,
a-spinning their lovely webs



That was fun.

Love me, love my friends.
-Anne of the Island

Anna | Thu, 09/11/2008

I have hated the words and I have loved them, and I hope I have made them right. --The Book Thief


I really really enjoyed this!!!!!!!!!

Elizabeth | Thu, 10/09/2008


The Holy Spirit is the quiet guest of our soul." -St. Augustine


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