Black with eight legs sitting in the corner
Web nicely built quite a transformer
Sure to eat the flies, must be good order
What makes me freak out, I am not a barn stormer
Not sure if it was eye contact, but both went rigid
Want it out my house, thats my baser instinct
I need my new weapon to banish it from my life
Might be a flamethrower, but thats too much strife
I back out the door, watching it all the while
Need to turn my back to reach into a pile
I reach for the catcher and remove its cap
Test all the mechanisms, ready for spider zap
Back with the spider now have to be so brave
After all its maybe half an inch and I am a six foot knave
Eyes swivelling wildly I turn the machine to suck
Poke it towards it, it works thats good luck
Spider in the tube, should I put on the cap
Maybe not that brave it might land in my lap
Catcher held out in front of me,leave the sucker on
Run for the window I shake the tube, is it gone?
Oh no the little varmint is crouching looking at me
Now I am wondering, which of us should flee
I shake it out again and this time it has gone
Slam the window shut, Poor spider was I wrong?
Half an hour ago I was sleepy ready for bed
Now my veins are pumping adrenaline instead