Dear sir spider,
you in my room
in the corner, on my bed
you make tears shed
Dear sir spider,
you're smaller than me
Timid they say
but my dreams you pay
Dear sir spider,
leave me alone
you could say the same
but my gratitude falls
Dear sir spider,
Mr eight legs
get out of my bed
I might just end up dead
Dear sir spider,
I cant stand you
make my hands shake
murder, a piece of cake
Dear sir spider,
remorse is a joke
in my hands you greet death
before you take my last breath
This was one of my first poems (I think second ever) and its basically about how shit scared I am of spiders if you couldnt guess!
