Spiders
Clenched on a frosty window, on a winter night,
A shriek of terror or a shriek of delight,
Hear the titter tatter,
Of their legs scurrying down the pane,
The thought of those legs,
Creeping and crawling down your skin,
Really makes your hair stand on end,
But, here is another thought for you my dear,
The spider will weave a web,
Catch you as its prey,
Unable to escape the mighty strength of its web,
You'll soon become petrified with fear,
As the spider comes down and draws more near,
That'll be the end of you my dear.
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