Story of a Domestic Conker TreSo it is said; spiders like conkers not,
And so an arachnophobe did place,
Conkers in ever corner, crook, and hole,
To deter those nasty eight-legged beasts.
Time did past,
The conkers settled,
What was this new home they found?
Behind the washing machine,
A conker, found life!
So nice, so moist,
Its roots set forth.
They crawled along the floor,
Beneath the skirting board,
Into the wall!
In a soil of crumbling wall a conker sat,
Shoots went out,
The shoots, unusually long, burst into leafy blooms,
Beside the washing machine the conker grew
The shoots and leaves crept, crept, until
The arachnophobe noticed; Whats this? A plant?
A conker tree behind the washing machine, how strange.