A Spot

A Spot

I am staring at my ceiling
and I’ve got this funny feeling
in my tummy, ‘cause I’m kneeling
right underneath a spot.

But this spot I see while kneeling
is determinately stealing
right across my bedroom ceiling.
It’s not a normal spot.

And the spot is now revealing
how it crawls across my ceiling
with its eight long legs cart-wheeling
around about the spot.

I can hear myself start squealing
‘cause I know with what I’m dealing
and it’s not at all appealing.
I think I’ll leave this spot!


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