Panadelle Poem Poem by Fruit Salad

A big spider, I am scared.
A big spider, I am scared.
the four legs and eight eyes,
the four legs and eight eyes,
I am the big scared legs.
four-eight spider and eyes.

I begin to smack the spider.
I begin to smack the spider.
I snack on grilled cheese after.
I snack on grilled cheese after.
the grilled spider smack I.
After, cheese snack on I.

I run away from the spider.
I run away from the spider.
Why is it still alive?
Why is it still alive?
I is I, still it alive?
the spider run away from why.

four alive and eight grilled.
legs run away from eyes.
Why is it spider cheese?
the sack still scared.
I on smack.
I, I, I, I.