Delirium does not a lyricist make...or d o e s it? Friday's 40-or-less PC, #13

{Sung to the tune of "Itsy, Bitsy Spider"}

The not-so-bitsy spider crawled up my outside wall

His beady eyes and creepy legs, my skin began to crawl!

Off came my shoe and smacked that sucker flat--

That not-so-bitsy spider ain't nevah comin' back!

 

That's my submission for this week's Friday's 40...how 'bout yours? (And remember, your posts don't have to be a literal interpretation of the photograph...abstract could go pretty doggone deep or humorous on this one!)