Good Riddance, you Spider Who Scared Me.
You will never touch, touch, touch, creepy-step in my windowsill again.
For you are dead in my kitchen sink,
Curled up in a disgusting wrinkled wad of spindly legs
And your own dusty web
Underneath the noodle strainer I used for spaghetti night.
He deserved it. He dabbled in pornography.
ReplyDeleteI actually saw tattoos and piercings too. This was one bad dude.
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