As I was sitting in

As I was sitting in the stall

I saw apon the bathroom wall

an eight legged fiend of monstrous size

glaring at me with murderous eyes

I screamed and leaped from the porcelin throne

for my fear of fiends is widely known.

I seized my rolled pink paper sword,

and smushed the fiend with the face of Lorde.

The fiend was smashed and smushed and dead,

and yet my heart was filled with dread.

For where there is one fiend another lies,

but I'll not let these monsters lead to mine demise.

No phobia however had such a reminder

as the neverending supply of spiders.