I wrote this poem a few years ago after listening to a couple of radio hosts tell stories of Huntsmen Spiders causing accidents when they hitched a ride in the car. They were scared of the Spiders. I couldn’t help seeing it from the Spiders perspective.
Bob and Paul were Huntsmen
Big hairy huntsmen.
They lived in a big old Blackbutt
Out the back of Bill’s place
They loved footy and practical jokes
They would watch the game on Bill’s TV
Dressed in their footy socks and jerseys
From behind the blinds in Bill’s house.
One of their favourite jokes was tickling Bill’s moustache when he was asleep
They would roll around in stitches
But their favourite joke of all was taking a drive in the car
Where they would take it in turns
Showing their hairy legs
Both sides of the drivers visor
What mayhem they caused
If you could see them
Doubled over from the laughter while telling
Snorting and slapping legs on legs
On their backs
Their footy sock bedecked legs kicking in delight
Oh what fun they had.