I’ll take a break each weekend from my Poetry Conversations and try to share an original poem.

Today’s is a bit of silliness for your Saturday, part of a WIP tentatively titled ALL IN THE FAMILY. Imagine the typical family get-together when something spider-ish goes oh-so-wrong:

Spider on the Loose

Aunt Alma’s on the table
My spider’s on the loose
My mom’s not pouring gravy
My dad’s not carving goose

Aunt Alma’s on the table
She’s pitching quite a fit
How will we eat our meal unless
she gets down off of it?

“Oh my, oh dear, I’ll faint I fear,
if you don’t find him soon.”
Aunt Alma’s on the table and
she says she’s gonna swoon.

Aunt Alma’s on the table
It’s time to fill our plates
Search all the nooks and crannies
While everybody waits

I’ve scanned each spot, the food is hot
I’ll find him when I’m able
Can’t we just have dinner with
Aunt Alma on the table?

—Kristy Dempsey (all rights reserved)