Requiem For A Daddy Longlegs
Posted: Sun Dec 22, 2013 8:29 pm
Requiem For A Daddy Longlegs
We’d shared a bathroom here for weeks, my leggy friend and I,
She used to be up near the roof; then made her home nearby.
This move was fraught with danger; hardly worth the risk’s she took?
I just assumed she reckoned she would like a closer look.
She’d be there in the morning as I washed myself each day,
her many eyes would focus as I stripped my clothes away.
You would have thought she’d run away while screaming out in fright,
the mirror doesn’t lie my friends; it’s not a pretty sight.
Yet daily she would somehow dodge those scolding drops of death,
and though I always tried my best; I often held my breath.
But little did I know and nor did Cher (that was her name!);
that she was being stalked and surely I must share the blame.
I still remember thinking, when I noticed that she’d gone;
“she’s fed up looking at me and decided to move on”.
Then looking closely at the spot down where she used to be,
the signs of wicked murder were on view for all to see.
The remnants of two skinny legs, were clues there I could tell;
the killer was a ripper and a cannibal as well.
With fierce determination and an unforgiving heart,
I set about to track it down but wondered where to start
I slowly peeped behind the door and saw an evil face;
the killer stared right back at me - I’d found its hiding place.
It waved two hairy legs at me, no doubt to say hello
and anger melted out of me; I couldn’t land the blow.
A Huntsman has great beauty as I’m sure you’ll all agree;
you must abide with nature; it’s the way things have to be.
I left her there to roam the house which seemed a fitting end;
I’m glad I spared her life, for Henrietta’s now a friend.
© T.E. Piggott
We’d shared a bathroom here for weeks, my leggy friend and I,
She used to be up near the roof; then made her home nearby.
This move was fraught with danger; hardly worth the risk’s she took?
I just assumed she reckoned she would like a closer look.
She’d be there in the morning as I washed myself each day,
her many eyes would focus as I stripped my clothes away.
You would have thought she’d run away while screaming out in fright,
the mirror doesn’t lie my friends; it’s not a pretty sight.
Yet daily she would somehow dodge those scolding drops of death,
and though I always tried my best; I often held my breath.
But little did I know and nor did Cher (that was her name!);
that she was being stalked and surely I must share the blame.
I still remember thinking, when I noticed that she’d gone;
“she’s fed up looking at me and decided to move on”.
Then looking closely at the spot down where she used to be,
the signs of wicked murder were on view for all to see.
The remnants of two skinny legs, were clues there I could tell;
the killer was a ripper and a cannibal as well.
With fierce determination and an unforgiving heart,
I set about to track it down but wondered where to start
I slowly peeped behind the door and saw an evil face;
the killer stared right back at me - I’d found its hiding place.
It waved two hairy legs at me, no doubt to say hello
and anger melted out of me; I couldn’t land the blow.
A Huntsman has great beauty as I’m sure you’ll all agree;
you must abide with nature; it’s the way things have to be.
I left her there to roam the house which seemed a fitting end;
I’m glad I spared her life, for Henrietta’s now a friend.
© T.E. Piggott