Why Spiders? Poem by Emma Mcullough

Spiders, sure, are beautiful though hard to love,
They're not regal like a lion or graceful like a dove.
Some say they're creepy, some say they're just wrong;
If you think so we are singing the same exact song.
Just why? Why eight legs and why eight eyes?
Do they even remember to use so many at once? Why?
At least they don't scream or yell or roar;
Or perhaps they do and I can't hear them over my own uproar.
When I see them I feel dart I desperately panic,
Why do they take pleasure in making me manic?