Hank’s leaving <br />Over crowded he say’s <br />Word got out <br />We’re a soft touch <br />And that was it <br />They were queueing at the door <br /> <br />Enough’s enough <br />I told Hank <br />And he agreed <br />But said he was leaving anyway <br />Because he knows how persistant <br />Some spiders can be <br />And, he said, he had a bad feeling about all this <br /> <br />We put a sign up <br />Spiders not welcome <br />They took no notice <br />Pretended they couldn’t read <br /> <br />You see, said Hank <br />Just look at that one <br />Clearly an academic <br />Probably letters after his name <br />Show him the DDT <br />Bet he’ll bloody well read then <br /> <br />Anyway Hank’s gone now <br />We said our goodbye’s <br />And then doused the house with DDT <br />Laid both cats up for a while <br />And the dogs got alopetia <br />But the spiders have gone <br /> <br />One of them tried to sneak back later <br />Said he was a friend of Hank’s <br />And that he played the trumpet <br />Who was he kidding <br />I know a trumpet player when I see one.<br /><br />Nicolette Turner<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/hank-the-sequel/
