We’ve some Spiders in our car,
They come with us both near and far.
One web hangs up in the corner,
A spidery version of Lil’ Jack Horner.
Another live out all Al Fresco,
Behind wing mirror is where he goes.
His web gets blown all up and under,
Closing the door must sound like thunder.
The third he tends to live itinerent,
and dangling down can be an irritant.
Bungee jumping from the plastic,
When he’s in your face it could be drastic.
But by and large we leave them be,
They don’t bother us, nor them, we.
I think they like the speed and motion,
To be ton-up spiders is their notion.