Itsy Bitsy Spider

She caught me acting dizzy—
like a spider spiraling down a drain.
She told me I should feel lucky to be drowning
and not squished beneath her handkerchief.

I told her I did,
as I straddled the gutter of her teapot lid.
Then she poured me out slowly—
and warned me not to go back up the spout again.

But the sun was not shining and the rain had no end.
I asked her very nicely to please take me somewhere arid.
That is when she claimed to be clumsy in her high heels and morning gown.
She stepped upon my head
and heard me make that popping sound.

written on 11/29/2009 by: Matt Kane