Spider

Itsy-bitsy spider
Climbed up the water spout

A water bomb flew by and
Washed the spider out

Before there was a boy who
Made water bombs for fun

He made bombs for
Friends he did not have

Filled with water, the bombs were
Thrown with deep resentment

No anger, for he believed
It was his fault more than theirs

But came the spider, and
It was in his way

Like a kidnapper holding his
Victim hostage with a gun,

Interfere and he will pull the
Trigger -

The spider was simply
There at the wrong time

The itsy-bitsy spider
Climbed up the water spout

A water bomb flew by and
Washed it out.

Reviews

[Last Lying Look]

This was really neat.
I love how you took this childhood story and changed it into a story of a resentful, lonely boy.
Excellent work!

-Elissa :)

[John Stussy]

Wow, pretty deep poem. Gotta hate being in the wrong place at the wrong time, but it seems to happen a lot. Good job on this poem :) Keep up the good writing.