Smile on Saturday?

On candy-stripe legs the spiderman comes

Softly through the shadow of the evening sun

Stealing past the windows of the blissfully dead

Looking for the victim shivering in bed

Searching out fear in the gathering gloom

And suddenly a movement in the corner of the room

And there is nothing I can do when I realise with fright

That the spiderman is having me for dinner tonight

***The Cure - Lullaby***

 

Done