Arachne

Arachne was that high school girl who thought she was better than you, and there was really nothing else you could do, She teased you, She mocks you, She boasts around you, She just makes you sick, So sick you made up a poem about her: She's a nasty Arachne, She's a boastful Arachne, She's a "I'm such a better weaver than you," Arachne. She then stops you from your daily dose of Arachne poetry and challenges you to a weaving contest, you agree to it. She ridiculed you and lost the contest and therefore must suffer the consequences, Now a spider Arachne, Now a humiliated Arachne, Now an ugly Arachne, Lying on the classroom floor, in comes the next period, Arachne was now no more