Hairy Harry

Hairy Harry

A Poem by jess foreman
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spider

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Hairy Harry, Hairy Harry

You really look scarey

 

Eight legs, you make me scream

with my hands on my head

you are Hairy Harry the spider under my bed

 

Plod, Plod, Scurry, scurry

I run in a hurry

you waddle and toddle

you freeze you make me weeze

 

why am I scared of Hairy Harry

I just dont want to have to carry you to the door

instead your left on the floor

 

You chase my feet

you give me the creeps

 

I want to put you outside

but I have to get a glass

but then my feet will have to pass your big body

I wish you were not here

but i named you

im just in fear

 

Hairy Harry, Hairy Harry

you make me worry

 

You clean yourself

im beside myself

there I did it, got you in a glass

Now your no longer a pain in my a*s. 

 

 

 

© 2013 jess foreman


Author's Note

jess foreman
lol

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Added on June 19, 2013
Last Updated on June 19, 2013
Tags: spider, harry, hairy, scared, worried