The Sexy Spider

Prancing through the house naked as a jaybird was a spider with such a provocative hour-glass body I thought she needed clothing. Maybe an itsy bitsy bikini? Pajamas? An evening gown with a cloak? I was never able to properly fit her, for she moved Stealthily and quickly, slipping in and out of crevices Sixteen times smaller than her body. She disappears more easily than the dog does. And she does not snore as loudly, so she is not easily found. The only proof I have that she existed at all is a raised bubbled up spider bite mark on my left wrist. It is almost perfectly round; another talent of hers that I admire. The next time a sexy spider comes to call, I have a closet of clothes for her.