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The small arachnid, I called Fat Sid, crawled across the ceiling;
Its size was disproportionate to the fear that I was feeling.
It jogged its hairy=legged way, and passed the ceiling light,
Glancing down at me disdainfully, oblivious to my fright.
I couldn’t move, was hypnotised, with glassy eyes did stare,
As Fat Sid suddenly did speed and went to God-Knows-Where.

I searched the room, with trepidation, the chairs I overturned,
Looked in the smallest nooks and crannies, whilst my stomach churned,
My legs were quivering, I was shivering, then suddenly felt hot,
I wanted rid of spider Sid, but then part of me did not.
His birthright was his scary shape with legs that grew abundant!
and he was far more scared of me but this was little comfort.

But then I spied him resting upon the window glass,
Complacent as he viewed outside, with all of time to pass,
His little face alight with joy, a smile he gently beamed:
He’d outwitted his antagonist, or so that it would seem.
Was oblivious to danger, or my closeness with rolled mat,
I took a swing, at that poor thing and then he fell down. Splat!