What's up with all the damn spiders? They KNOW when I'm sitting here alone! They have special spider squad meetings about my house! I just looked up and there's one directly over my damn head! Argh...so I wrote a poem about him.
Spider, spider, on the ceiling.
Don't you know how I am feeling?
You scared the life right out of me.
I'm NOT Miss Muffet can't you see?
Please do not dangle down.
Please don't perch upon my crown.
Just stay up there, but move a bit.
So you're not above where I do sit.
If you ignore my issued plea.
And decide to sit upon my knee.
I will have no choice but to leave the room.
To fetch a shoe, or the vacuum.
And then you'll be sucked up or dead.
I won't have to worry about my head.
So, if I were you I'd listen closely.
As I beg you, so morosely.
Stay the hell away from me.
And we'll both be happy, don't you agree?