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Hot August night II (The Spider) August 19, 2002 ~ 7:30 p.m. � Spider � oh, humungous � spider Crawling around You will not win My resolve is sound � But what I have in mind That would be far too easy To stomp on or spray you Would really be sleazy � So I decide to remove you Live and unharmed instead But I must do something So my horrified wife can go to bed � Besides, I like spiders Or so I believe But the sight of you Makes me want to heave � Hell with it all I�m the major-domo of this house You are a spider And I am a man, not a mouse � But you won�t stay in my hand And you become hard to find Why don�t you co-operate Before I change my mind? � �Come on, you little wanker,� I cry in distress Chasing you around the flat Makes me a sweaty mess � Finally I trap you Right in the palm of my hand �Open the door,� I yell to my wife And race downstairs to beat the band � The front door opens I scuttle you outside I walk back upstairs Having regained my pride � Spider, oh spider You are fascinating, it�s true But you belong outside Take that advice and please follow through � M.E.M.
Copyright � 2001-2007 by M.E. Manning. All material is written by me, unless explicitly stated otherwise by use of footnotes or bylines. Do not copy or redistribute without my permission.
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