Hank <br />Was some spider <br />Lived in a crack in the wall <br />Behind the toilet <br />When we first saw him <br />We shuddered and said - out <br />But he begged and pleaded <br /> <br />It’s not easy he said <br />Everyone’s ecological <br />Until you say big spider <br />Then charity’s right out the door <br />But everyone needs a home <br />And they don’t let spiders <br />Sell the Big Issue <br /> <br />So we let him stay <br />And called him Hank <br />Because he looked as if he’d suit <br />Those big black rimmed glasses <br />And, he said <br />He played a mean guitar<br /><br />Nicolette Turner<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/hank/
