Here is a poem.
There’s a spider living in our bathroom.
I’m not a massive fan of spiders but
largely, I put up with them because
I hate flies a whole lot more.
What annoys me most about this spider
is the cobwebs. They stretch from one
corner of the room, right across the ceiling
to the opposite corner. It makes me feel
paranoid when I am in the shower,
like I am being stalked by an NSA trained ninja.
Like at any moment it will swoop down
and take me. I do realise this is tin-foil-hat
type paranoia. What really annoys me
is the cobwebs themselves, not their presence.
When I think of cobwebs, I see one of
nature’s most beautiful structures.
These cobwebs are brown and dank,
like rotten rope. I think this spider is lazy.