I do not like spiders.
They give me the creeps.
They have hairy legs.
They make sudden leaps.
But a spider, I hear,
abides in a shell
perched right on your bike,
a plastic motel.
You say you don't know
just how it survives,
with no source of food
and no kitchen knives.
Perhaps you're enough
for your eight-legged friend:
your close company
its needs do attend.
So Jennie, although
that pest is disgusting,
our relationship needs
no readjusting.
Just as the bug is
content, by my troth,
If I can be with you,
I'll take you both.
They give me the creeps.
They have hairy legs.
They make sudden leaps.
But a spider, I hear,
abides in a shell
perched right on your bike,
a plastic motel.
You say you don't know
just how it survives,
with no source of food
and no kitchen knives.
Perhaps you're enough
for your eight-legged friend:
your close company
its needs do attend.
So Jennie, although
that pest is disgusting,
our relationship needs
no readjusting.
Just as the bug is
content, by my troth,
If I can be with you,
I'll take you both.
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