I came across an old spirax notebook that mum had kept and in it were several poems I had written when I was twelve. This is one, it gave me a laugh.
The spiders spindly web
Entangles in my hair
As I flew on my broom
Right into my lair
The screeching bats outward flew
As thick as a blob of ink
The cat screeched out as I entered
And then fell into the sink
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