Oh, God, the mere thought
of writing ‘bout a spider
has the hair on my neck
growing wider and wider.
They’re brown and hairy
and damn quick to scurry
across every darn surface;
watch me jump in a hurry.
I scream like a pansy
my husband does declare.
At the mere site of one
I do cuss and do swear.
A sticky web in the face,
sends shivers up my spine.
I dance with my arms flailing;
they've seen me, I ain't lyn'.
And people make fun of me,
all these animals I do keep.
Some roar and will growl,
but a ‘lil spider, not a peep.
Now I can’t even squish one,
the crunch, it does kill me.
And once it’s a goner,
I can’t even take a look see.
This phobia, it’s got me
by the proverbial balls
They’re everywhere!
Everywhere!
Roaming the halls!
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Kim, We all have an achilles heel so to speak. I think it's wonderful you are so in tune with yours that you can not only name it but share it with the rest of us. Bill