I washed a spider down the plughole on accident

Poor thing

The terror that the rush of water did bring

Must have been incredible

So sorry spider, I am a git

And should be punished for it

Jude said you’d climb back up in the morning to make me feel better

But I am awaiting a letter

From the RSPCA

Who will say, hey

You evil bastard, no more baths for you

Until the debt is paid by feeling shitty and low for two weeks solid

The bubbles will then float and I will be dirty no more