Spiders, of Course, We Have Them
Spiders
Big ones fat ones
Juicy ones angry ones
Mean ones
No worries.
Until you’ve been bitten
By a brown recluse
300,000 spiders can live on
Six acres of land.
Well isn’t this nice to know
Since I live on six acres of land
When you add my neighbor’s land
Because you must
Since spiders like to roam
I live with potentially two million
Spiders give or take ten or twelve
The pest control man
Is really a big help too.
“We cannot guarantee to
Eliminate any spiders.”
Then what good are you, really?
No good at all.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2018
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