I dont enjoy you,
you quirky little bugger.
You made your home
bewteen my screen and glass
of the only window in my room.
I called you Phil,
with great affection,
but now you're annoying as hell.
You made million babies to roam around the outside of said window.
Now I am going to squash you,
quirky little bugger,
because you are a fat hairy spider now.
You're not cute anymore.
I;m going to get you
before you can get me. |