The icky drip

Went drip, and drip

And dripped upon my neck

I gave a quiver

And a spine-length shiver

And an “Ee, what the ’eck?”

Was it a spider

Or a clammy-skinned writher

Or a creepy-crawly thing gone down my back?

No, it was the icky drip

Dropping its drip with a slimy slip

And starting its downward trek