Gargantuan was the spider on display
A hairy one in the terrarium each day
Ginger the tarantula an exciting one
Had rocks, and sand and lamp sun
Unlike the ones in horror shows
She was docile, as monsters go
Fed her food but no small birds
But whose large fangs sometimes disturbed
She got loose one time, one summer
Just disappeared while we’d slumbered
But in a corner of the laundry room
We found her the next afternoon
She’s not as creepy as a boa snake
Or as dull as a turtle without a mate
But palm size she’s impressive indeed
Whose eight tiny eyes can barely see
She may live as long as 20 years
Somewhat longer than our dog it appears
But I wonder if gargantuan Ginger
Will ever be considered a family member
The family cat disappears at times
But Ginger is usually easy to find
She’s like the goldfish in his little bowl
His glass smudged, too, by a tot I know