Arachnophobia - Poem by jordan richards
Small enough to hide
Large enough to harm
Two fangs; venom inside
So hairy, that eighth ugly arm
Round and plump that body pregnant
Empty or eight million arachnets? squirming surprise
Look of death potent and hatred pungent
Fills all those vacant bead-black eyes
And their speed! Oh the speed!
Oh God! Was there ever a need?
To combine that impossible agility
With unearthly grace and reflexive ability?
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