A story for Logan

I was talking on the phone to my friend Dia the other day and she told me the funniest story! She said that the day before she was in one room of her house, while her kids were eating lunch at the kitchen table. All was quiet until one of them began to scream. Within seconds they were both screaming! She ran to them as fast as she could and found them both standing on the kitchen table, looking terrifyed and pointing at a cockroach who was taking a slow pleasant stroll across the floor. I thought was so funny, and my son Logan loved the story, so I wrote this poem in honor of the experience. I changed the cockroach to a spider because, let's be honest, spiders are much cuter! Hope you like it!



There once was a spider named Warner
Who lived in Deb Browns kitchen corner
He’d sit in his web, closely watching young Deb,
always wishing that he could go join her.

He loved all the games Deb would play.
Marbles, hopscotch and croquet.
Though he knew it was strange, he needed a change,
so he said he’d come down the next day.

In the morning Deb sat at the table,
eating Sweet Puffs with her brother Abel.
Warner new this was it; there was no time to sit,
like a restless mule stuck in a stable.

So he shot up a sticky thin rope,
Dropping down on the kitchen sinks soap.
He took a small step, towards his new friends he crept
but he slipped and fell down like a dope.

Embarrassed, but stalwart the same,
he crawled out of the sink with no shame.
he inched toward the two, not quite sure what to do,
so he hollered and shouted his name!

“I am Warner, can I be your friend?
We could play till the day is at end!”
Though he yelled very loud, they did not hear sound,
so he thought he should try once again.

This time he went straight to Deb’s chair.
He stood tall so she’d see him stand there.
With a glance and a yelp, Deb cried,”Momma, please help!”
Then she threw both her feet in the air.

Confused, Warner tried to explain,
but the children were acting insane.
They were up off the floor when mom came through the door
Warner knew he would soon be in pain.

He ran fast, but what can I say?
Poor Warner, this wasn’t his day!
Before he had fled, he was bonked on the head,
then scooped up with an old kitchen tray.


The following hours were blurried,
Warner thought they passed by rather hurried.
He went down with a flush, which he thought was a rush,
But swam out lost, alone and quite worried.

When he finally reached some dry land
Warner crawled out and crashed in the sand.
His spirits were low, he had no where to go,
his day hadn’t at all gone as planned.

It was then that his luck took a turn,
For he met an old spider named Vern.
Vern had seen him wash up and he brought him a cup
filled with bugs and a juicy pink worm.

Warner told Vern of his plight,
who promised he’d make it alright.
“If its friends that you seek, try taking a peek,
in the old Holly bushes tonight.”

So they talked till the bright sun went down.
Warner wondered what friends might found.
When the time had arrived, staying close to Vern’s side,
they circled the Holly around.

Warner was bursting inside!
He saw many young spiders swing by.
They shouted at him, come up and come spin,
We’ll be friends till the day that we die!

A happier spider there never could be
for he had found a new family!
Though he loved his old corner, this spider named Warner,
knew that some things just weren’t meant to be.