What a wicked little beast you are
Scathing glaring glass beady eyes
Slobbering humongous fangs just waiting
Waiting to sink into my flesh
I abhor you and your hairy legs

Yes, I’m scared of spiders
But you, you are a nightmare of epic proportions
I can’t fathom your existence
Whose idea were you anyway, that’s just cruel

And that violin, why just why
Something so elegant on a hideous monstrosity
It is deplorable to think about
Writing about you makes me nauseous
And so I bid thee nasty creature a hasty goodbye