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.