“Avon calling,” says the lady

As she knocked upon the door

“Avon calling,” I repeated

As I moved across the floor.

A pretty lady entered

Wearing quite a happy smile

And dressed so neat and tidy

So like the Avon style.

An Avon bag she carried

With orders big and small

Each order had a name attached

Which I was asked to call.

As the ladies took their orders

We nearly all took flight

For a great big spider jumped out the bag

And gave us all a fright.

Was this the Avon spider?

I really have my doubts

For when he ran across my desk

You could’ve heard my shouts.

For Avon doesn’t sell creepy crawly things

But very nice jewelery like bracelets and rings

They even sell stuffed teddy bears and tiny ornaments

Finger nail polish and quite a variety of scents.

So where in the world was this spider trying to get?

Did he ever dream that he’d live to regret,

Chancing a trip in the Avon lady’s bag?

That long leg spider sure ran into a snag.