CREEPY CRAWLER

 
                Up your leg, it slowly crawls
                Looking for  a place to hide
                Maybe the warmth of an armpit
                Or a sleeper’s mouth open wide

                Inquisitive, it searches
                Hoping for a taste of blood
                Finding a place to its liking
                It bites and its belly floods

                Sated, it pauses to quietly rest
                Belly protruding, it sleeps
                It knows that when it awakens
                It will again drink long and deep

                It knows that its venom is toxic
                Reactions to it will always vary
                From a red bump to a nasty rash
                Or a hospital room, sanitary

                One of God’s creatures, it is
                It’s purpose? Who knows why?
                Seeing one can cause shudders
                It usually makes women cry

                Even though it is God’s creation
                I know that I’m going to try
                To do everything I possibly can
                To make that nasty spider die!