There is a reason to why I dread sleep and the number of 8,
so listen up as I tell you the tale of wary man.
A night of terrors is where it all began.
A night of running from that hitman.
The spider!
If only I had a dream of sweet cider
instead of this disaster!
I had always wondered what was with the number eight,
like why spiders had eight eyes and legs, even their body looks like an
eight!
But I did not expect to dream of a literal 8 with spider legs and eyes!
You may think I'm just being hysteric but with all the dies and cries
seems like a reprise and feels like repine.
In the dream I felt like a fine dine!
A goldmine!
Oh my what a foul line!
But when I opened my eyes in the moonshine, was a dangling 8 lines!