Hour 21: Random prompt, non-rhyming spider poem

Write a poem about a spider. This poem should not rhyme.

My sixth-grade science teacher,
Mr. Lundvall,
Kept a pet tarantula
In his classroom.

The spider,
Whose name I cannot recall,
Was black and orange,
And very hairy.

She — I do remember
The spider was female —
Or at least that’s what we were told,
She was also very large.

Some of my classmates
Would hold the tarantula,
Letting it wander
Up and down their arms.

Somehow I doubt a science teacher
Would today allow students
To handle a poisonous spider.
Times were different then.

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