A spider's living in the pipes
of my summer Dover home
and though I share no gripes
I still am asking him to go
He shows no signs of venom
to my simple, human eye,
but still, I have no serum
for what toxin he might apply
his eight long legs still haunt me
I see them peeking from the drain
and into my eyeballs
oh the horror, shout the pain!
His sight's enough to paralyze
the bravest of the bold
but even when I grow fat and old
I'll see him gouging out my eyes!