A spider in the shower,/ That will make you jump./ I'm wet and soapy, I must rinse,/ Where to go, what to do?// It's moving, so am I./ Out I jump and grab my glasses./They fog up, where do I go?// The shampoo bottle bumps the floor./ I bang my elbow on the door./ The room grows smaller./ That little thing is dangling from the curtain,/ The only thing I know for certain,/ I am wet and naked with no where to go.
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