Walked down my hall,
A zillion times in first year,
No spider web in nose,
Until just now,
Sure I was that the web had creator with it,
I imagine a tickle as the critter strode around,
Who could I call,
Really truly just happen,
Sounds funny as I hear myself chat,
I zoomed to the bathroom,
Blew and blew,
Either it’s out or?
That would be if I was in a radio from the thirties music would play something creepy,
All I hear is Dum,Dum,Dum!
Guess it wasn’t life threatening,
I’m also briefly thinking,
Spiderwebs need to coming with flashing lights and warnings of the danger you too might ketch a web in your Schnozzola!
Nobody Nose the truffles I’ve seen.
Hate spider webs,
As art they are the bomb,
In dark home hall ways they are frighteningly spokey,