The thought of those eight legs big or small
Sends shivers down my spine when they crawl,
To me they`re a silent enemy
They scare the living daylights out of me.
The thought of one crawling on my skin
Makes my heart pound and my head spin,
It would be such an horrific sight
I am sure that I would die of fright.
Thin bodies, fat bodies, long legs and short
When God made these I don`t know what he thought,
A twisted sense of humour that`s for sure
I wish them gone and that there were no more.
They weave their webs while I am asleep
Into my bed I hope they don`t creep,
I think of those eight eyes in its head
And it totally fills me with dread.
Sometimes they dangle in front of my eyes
And this just makes my blood pressure rise,
It leaves me frozen to the very spot
My heart is pounding and my nerves are shot.
This is one poem that will be bare
No picture here, but I just don`t care,
Looking at one sends me in a cold sweat
There must be more people like me I bet.