Splat for Jon, Maria, and Franchesca Baker I thought how a spider Sat down beside her That was him in this case Because he was me When unsuspectingly Unwary I sat Writing poetry where Climbing up my chair It invaded my space Climbing up my hair When it reached my bald spot I knew it was there I had been unwary Of spiders then but That was very scary So now I am not A satisfying splat Though and that was that Steven Curtis Lance