An Ode to Spiders

There are some of you who know that I have a paralyzing fear of spiders.  Just the tiniest spider can cause me to scream like a little girl and cry hysterically.

Today, I bring you a collection of bad poetry, written by me, which I'll lovingly title "An Ode to Spiders".  Please enjoy.

Spiders, spiders in my hair. 

Spiders, spiders everywhere.

Dearest spider on my head, 

I smashed you, why aren't you dead?

Lowly spider, here's your fate:

Say hello to heaven's gate!

A haiku:

Arachnid, oh no!

I will destroy you, screaming.

Ew, gross.  Spider guts.

What?  I said it was bad poetry.