I thought as I looked, it must be a dream
As my safe existence seemed to burst at the seam
I hate to admit I muffled a scream
As the object observed gave me a chill
A spider or similar travelling at will
On my carpet near my bedding, I felt ill!
My sanctuary, my respite, so invaded
By an ugly creature I always hated
How close my vacuum, I debated?
I’d never touch such a horrid thing
How to dispose of it, wonder can it sting?
Can’t touch it or else I’d give it a fling
Odd shaped for a spider, not sure if it was two
Large enough, maybe having a screw
Whatever, still see it, my mind askew
I have a thing about spiders and crawlies
Oh you can write of your friendly follies
But I have a phobia, so laugh, get your jollies
While I’m praying the horror doesn’t move
While I sneak out to the other room
And retrieve my murdering electric broom
Aha I think, with a thank you to the vacuum I love
No need for an antiseptic glove
It worked, sucked it/them to the great above.
A new problem now, in the vacuum sealed with tape
I taped up the holes so they wouldn’t escape
Now it’s sitting there under trash bag drape
I hoped all night sealed in would be their demise
Now wondering if that was very wise
Need to empty the vac, and hope my eyes
Don’t get a wiggling surprise
Just spiders you say, I hear the chuckle
But my fear of them causes knees to buckle
To me, one seen, means there might be a muckle!
Guess I’ll have to do it, bare knuckle.