Sneaky little tiny thing,

Crawling up the wall,

I've half a mind to squish you,

If you bother me at all.

Freaky little buggy thing,

You scared me half to death,

Why do you still stick around,

Even though this could be your last breath?

Icky little crawly thing,

I've got this tissue here,

If this is all you know,

You've got a lot of fear.

Disgusting little freaky thing,

Spinning down the drain,

Why did you come here?

All you received was pain.


A/N: A poem about a spider. Popped into my head while I was washing my hands.