Once I knew a spider

wore Doc Martens on his feet,
eight hole on eight hairy legs
he wasn’t too discrete.

He rode a lengthy shadow
while he stomped around the floor
this micro muy macho
unabashedly cocksure

I trapped him in a glass one night
And told him at the door

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