In the corner of my double glazing
All wrapped inside your winter wonder web
Architect of miracles amazing
Man's such an unsophisticated pleb
Who can't build trapping structures to compare
With deadly lines that you spin out of lace
Which we see glisten in the winter air
Made visible by you and frost in space.
Poor creepy-crawly fiend with eight long legs
Quick terror scuttling through the house at night
Arachnophobic wife her husband begs
To whisk you speedily away from sight,
How spread you fear in so many a heart,
And yet can make such perfect, silky art?
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