• I saw rolling down my cheek, a spider, a black widow;

    I thought, I blinked, and I saw;

    The Spider was really a tear, a tear of Hate.

    I tried to throw the spider off my cheek;

    But it was still there;

    It felt like it would be there awhile.

    Next time you mix a spider with a tear;

    you need to calm down, my dear.

    Tears of laughter are better.