Tuesday, 24 September 2013

Confession of a Daddy Longlegs

Daddy Longlegs

My legs are too long, my wings are too short,
I fly like a learner that's been badly taught.
My gangly limbs make life really tricky,
and best to steer clear of anything sticky...

For I once had a friend called Lollop McFloutit,
who got his leg in some jam and flew off without it...
But friendships are fleeting, we aren't around long,
Born, Mate and Die; two weeks and we're gone.

So I cling to a wall until there's a Light,
then I hover and bother and give folks a fright.
Round and round until it gets dark,
the same every day, how about that for a lark?

And I know you all wonder what we actually do,
but honest to goodness I haven't a clue.


Linking up with Victoria's 'Prose for Thought' 

20 comments:

  1. Loved this :)

    My other half is scared of Daddy Longlegs and I've not the foggiest clue why. I'm sure he appreciates me sharing that too ;)

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    1. funny isn't it? My 8 year old's terrified of them too and we've had a daddy longlegs invasion here! Most are now dangling from cobwebs though. I looked up the point of them when I was writing this, and spider food seemed to be top of the list :(

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  2. This is brilliant.... really, really made me laugh! X.

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    1. oo that's lovely to hear! Thank you :) x

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  3. Thank you for making me laugh... That's brilliant! :D I do wonder what the point is to quite a few insects, but then again I guess the same could be said about us! :D

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    1. True! And agree about insects - a fair number of them appear to exist solely to feed something else...

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  4. Great poem Tracey, and funny too. When I was little I was terrified of those things. It was the rattling noise they made when they flew I think.

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    1. Thanks so much Marilyn. I know what you mean about that rattly sound! Usually hear it right before one flies into your face...

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  5. Think you have portrayed the life of a Daddy LongLegs perfectly. They are such daft dangly things.

    Nortonmum.

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  6. This is a FABULOUS poem - and one children everywhere will identify with :) Thank you so much for linking to Prose for Thought. Would love to tweet this out but can't find your Twitter account - please tweet me @vicwelton x

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    1. that's really kind of you, thank you, but I'm a total social media biff and am Twitter-less! xh

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  7. Such fun! Love Daddy Longlegs - always see them as friends

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    1. glad they have some supporters! Thanks Kate :)

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  8. Love It! But I'm still going to scream each time one launches itself at me from behind the curtains!

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  9. Ha ha, I love this! I've always wondered what exactly is the point of a Daddy Long Legs.....and surely that isn't their proper name?! Thanks for linking up to #oldiesbutgoodies x

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    1. it's crane fly, a bit dull really - the daddy longlegs nickname is about the only thing they've got going for them! x

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