I don’t mind spiders, snakes or bugs

Sometimes I like to give them hugs.

At Halloween I feel quite itchy

When creepy crawlies make me twitchy.

Arachnophobia, I hear you say?

But give those bugs another day.

They eat up flies, or rotting veg

You find around the gardens edge.

This silly poem now must end

A witches cauldron, over it I bend.