Entry - MAG Poetry Prize 2010

Mrs. Suspicious

by Marco Buschini

Mrs. Suspicious,
was doing the dishes,
and was worrying about the spider in the bath.
So she called on her husband,
who sorts out problems by the dozen,
and yelled
"Kill the monster on the march!"

So he got out his shotgun,
and thought
"this will be much fun"
and made his way slowly,
as he laughed.
But the spider was gone,
so he searched on and on,
but had no such luck as time passed.

"So did you find the spider?"
"No dear he's slipped by us"
the spider made hiding an art.

Mrs. suspicious baked a cake,
and with delight they both ate,
of which the spider was a part.

Added: 25.12.2009

Judges' comments on this poem


I love poems that are wickedly funny like this one.