Spider on the Wheel

We were chillin’ in the driveway, talkin’ real deep,

Not a single sound, not a single peep.

Then we saw it, sittin’ there so still…

A spider chillin’ on the steering wheel.

My cousin gasped, I screamed out loud,

We flew out that car like a panicked crowd.

Didn’t matter it was parked, not movin’ an inch,

That eight-legged freak made us both flinch!

He’s our hero, our spider-fightin’ bro,

Didn’t scream, didn’t flinch, didn’t even go slow.

With a tissue of justice and nerves of steel,

He wiped that spider right off the wheel.

We were pacing like fools on the gravel and grass,

While he just laughed and let it pass.

So here’s to the bravest guy on the block—

Our spider-squashin’ brother who don’t take shock!

We acted like we’d seen a ghost or two,

While he just said, “Y’all, what’d that thing do?”

To us it was massive, a monster in disguise,

But he held it up—“It’s barely the size of your eyes.”

Still, we owe him snacks, a medal, and more,

For bravely stepping to that car door.

He saved our lives (in our defense),

Even though the danger was… kinda nonsense.

Yeah, he’s our hero, chillin’ in his socks,

Didn’t need boots or a toolbox.

With one mighty swipe, he sealed the deal,

And reclaimed the cursed steering wheel.

We’ll never forget that fateful night—

The spider attack, and our flight or fright.

But one man stood, bold and true…

Our brother—the Spider Slayer Crew!

So next time there’s a bug, don’t count on me,

I’ll be outside screamin’ near a tree.

But call our bro, ‘cause he’s the man—

With a tissue in hand and a master plan!