Mrs. Asvos 7th Grade - 2nd Period
You run with all those little legs.
Squirming with your sleek cold body.
Minding your own business while humans surround.
Thirty dirty slimy seventh grade hands
touching you but yet you
still remain calm.
Oh millipede how trusting you are.
Oh millipede “WATCH OUT”
and now she’s dead.
Moral: Don’t be naive. Be aware of your surroundings.
Creepy, crawly critters crawling at the
crack of dusk.
Devious, daring, darlings.
Terrific, terrifying tarantulas.
Beautiful, bountiful, balling bugs.
Dear Cockroach, why’d you cling to everything?
Why didn’t you hiss? Did you know we
weren’t going to harm you? Did you just not
want to sing for us? You’re probably shy aren’t
you? That’s why you didn’t sing to us.
Mrs. Asvos 7th Grade - 3rd Period
Dear arachnid,
I’ve written to file a complaint,
you have too many legs.
And too many eyes.
And your delicate hairs are an unwelcome surprise.
And, when on a hand, you stand perfectly still
Yet, you find it necessary to sprint at free will.
All in all, stay in the box.
-Alexandra
I will never love you
I cringe when I see you.
You’re disgusting.
You give me nightmares.
You’re the reason I’d rather be cremated than buried.
I don’t care how small you are.
You will forever scare me.
You’re just “ew.”
I hate you.
I used to think you were scary
I would scream in fear
Until the day you came
Then I could see
You were so calm
While we were all screaming
To me it was like I was dreaming
Oh, dear spider
I’m sorry I saw you as a threat
Now I see that you are good
And now I feel bad
But now I wish you the best
Oh dear spider.