didn't get much sleep last night
Jim's pet tarantula kept trying to get out of his cage
all night long I could hear his little fiendish claws
plucking at his window screen ceiling
crawling upside down
and then he would PLOP down to the floor of the cage
and I would JUMP up in the bed
and Jim would wake up and say, "He'll be ok."
It's just his mating season."
a horny tarantula searching for love that he'll never find
a love who would probably kill him anyway
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