What Kind was It

Coffee Mugg

I didn't ask her gender,
I was a little concerned,
She walking like a spider,
Made me want to squirm.

She was as big as a house,
crushing my arm,
I looking for her spouse,
not meaning any harm (yeah right).

She had real long leggs,
tiny little feet,
a furry black body,
looking to eat.

Eggs underneath her,
not a second look I did take,
lets go have a toddy,
then look for her mate

Now what can I say,
anymore for you to read,
stay out of the hay,
my advice you should heed.

Published by Coffee Mugg

I am a 60 year old male, born and raised in Alabama. Have been in construction most of adult life, and had lived in Orlando Fl for over 30 years. Have now come back to Alabama. Could be considered an expert...  View profile

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  • Linda Ann Nickerson1/28/2008

    As in, pitchforks with REALLY long handles . . . so you can work from a distance . . . . a very long distance . . .

  • Linda Ann Nickerson1/28/2008

    In the hay! Isn't that what pitchforks are for? ;-)

  • Lisa Renee.1/28/2008

    RAID!!!!!!!! LOL!!!

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