The unfortunate events that led to me been eaten by a spider

I spy a spider, climbing up my wall SPLAT!
That's the only way to deal with that
I spy a spider,crawling by my shoe
SQUASH! is the way to deal with you
I spy a spider, all big and hairy
HA-HA-HA not at all scary
I spy a spider, in the washing bowl
GUSH of water and he's down the plughole
I spy a spider, dinning on a fly
Along came me and POKED him in the eye
I spy a spider, and another, and another and another
Then i see a giant one, she must be the mother
I spy a spider, and she looks very mad
I'm sorry mother spider i know i've been very bad
I spy a mean boy, who i think is rather smelly
CHOMP, CHOMP, CHOMP
But still he taste's delicious down in my belly.

Memories of a snowball fight

Looking out of the window the world looks white
The snow's covered everything it's been falling all night
Have my breakfast, then run to wrap up warm
Quickly get outside other kids will swarm
SNOWBALL FIGHT one kid chants
Getting into groups like a swarm of army ants
Get into your groups this is it
All the kids are ducking not wanting to be hit
The first ones thrown but where was it from
Exploding on a window like a snowy bomb
All of a sudden the sky turns white
As every kids snowball take flight
One kid is hit, straight in the face
The snowball's all stop so all can gaze
It'll leave a red mark one kid shouts
You're telling me, it gave him a clout
Kids fall all over land on their bellies
Feet cold and wet because of the snow in their wellies
Numb fingertips and rosy red cheeks
running noses, you'll be poorly for weeks
But we don't care, it come's once a year
The snow all melting that's our fear
A shout from our mums and we're in for dinner
Each of the groups saying they are the winner
Sat by the fire trying to warm up our feet
 The redness and numbness subsides with the heat
Sogging wet clothes all thrown in a pile
Memories of a snowball fight making us smile

A witch's brew

A cauldron on the fire, bubbling away
A black cat in the corner, watching witch's play
A pinch of this, a pinch of that
Old hag cackling, in her pointy hat
A handful of worms, a thorn from a rose
Slime from slugs, and snot from her nose
Toe nail cuttings, some fur from a rat
And just pluck a whisker from her own black cat
These are what you need to make a witch's brew
I wonder who it's meant for, could it be YOU?
What will it turn you in to? maybe a bug
Or a giant ogre who lives in the woods
I know who it's meant for, it's me, i was mean
And now i'm a toad all slimy and green