My Spider

I put my spider on the floor
It ran straight toward the open door.
It ran upstairs without a care
And ate my brother's underwear.
It tried to climb the last step,
It finished then it hurried up.
And how was I supposed to know
Black widows bite on sister's toes?
It went across the kitchen floor,
It ate some crumbs, but wanted more.
It went as fast as it was able,
It went across the kitchen table.
Then my spider saw the stove,
In that direction had she dove.
Then it saw my mother's soup,
It went right in, with a ploop.
Then it saw the homemade bread,
My mother screamed, fit for dead.
It saw more food, and went on faster,
Then it caused such great disaster.
My brother took a baseball bat,
He said he would kill it with that.
My brother swung, without fear
And hit our crystal chandelier.
He ran away, and then
He never returned home again.
And since my spider would not stop,
My mom was forced to call a cop.
The cops arrive, but were too late,
My spider gave them their fate.
My spider climbed on top of his head
And in a second he was dead.
My spider liked to make people die,
So we called the FBI.
Soon they got on the job,
But they ran out the house, like a mob.
Then my spider ran across,
Through trouble, and chaos,
The kitchen floor,
And out the door.
It ran down the driveway, through a bush,
And in the street it turned to mush.
The moral of this story be
(I've had experience, believe me)
Don't put your spider on the floor,
Nor let it out the open door.
Cause if you do...
It's trouble for you.
You'll never see your brother again,
Nor a cop, will you then.
All will hear as you wail,
Weeping and crying, stuck in jail.
Jkc
©1999 JkcPoems